My Public Diary

I write, you feel

  • I think I have the answers. What I’m searching for are the questions. Not the questions themselves, but the circumstances that give birth to them. I THINK… If I recreate those circumstances elsewhere, will the same questions emerge again !!! I WONDER… – Anant

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  • The light is playing tennis but the eyes are still.

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  • She was a jewellery designer. She stepped out of her workplace to go home. Walking between the woods of the office garden, she reached the door. She walked there barefoot, holding her sandals in her hand. The wet grass made her feet calm. While walking through the garden, she realized the dark sky was looking…

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  • Some nights feel safer from afar.

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  • Yellow is Life. Yellow is Death.

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  • Your tear drop holds something for you… so that you can let it release from you

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  • No wonder why rainbow chose the sky.

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  • So, once you die, are you going to be what? Reincarnated? Become a ghost? Go to heaven? Go to hell?

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  • When you were contemplating, in the beginning, how were you so sure that you wanted to be a creator?

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  • I do experience you, but tell me do you experience me?

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