''Even on the most inkiest of days, you will only see what I choose to show.''
One fine evening if you decide not to talk and just sit back and observe, you realise how funny the world is. You realise how simple it looks but how deeply there are secrets stored behind every word they utter. There is a little bit of lie behind every word, a little bit of curiosity behind every silence. How everyone's attention is so diverted in different directions that they themselves seem to lose track of what's going on. Some words pull you down to the abyss, the others showcase criticism. You notice how everyone has a certain domain of speech that they follow but it goes unnoticed by the ears. There is always that uncomfortable pull that takes you to the other side, the side that is less greener, the side that displays how those who are quiet and shy are pretty loud and those that appear so vocal have the most silent voices. How everyone at some point commits the same crime, but either in a sneakier way or just with a smart play of words.
But especially when you sit back and take out the time for others you conceive how difficult it can be to detach yourself from them.
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