ACATALEPSY
I believe we all have stories to tell, only the ways we use to tell our tale is different. And
there's that one person inside of you, hidden really deep within, who is always
yearning to tell something or the other, who always has a new tale to tell. People
call that person a lot of names, the voice of reason, conscience, and what not. But
to me, that person is one thing and one thing only. A storyteller. And that person is
yearning to tell this tale. A tale about a place called ‘HERE’. Dimpled smiles find
their way through here; and here, they will be. This place called here will pay you
in rich dividends, if only you have the patience; The patience of an old man, and
the curiosity of a little girl. That little girl, with her eyes, those almond shaped
diamonds, beckoned and held me intact with her gaze; she had feet that never
stayed on the ground, running about always, almost like scurrying.
She speaks words, sentences which I don't comprehend; trust me, neither will you.
You know her, she knows you as well. Having trouble finding her? Look no
further, but within
VAIBAVI JAYAKUMAR
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