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Monday, March 31, 2014
Deprived
I know that it is not her, I have known for a fact that she is deprived from the most beautiful feeling "LOVE" and when i look at her eyes I can see the pain she has gone through but it always induces an element of fear in me, has she completely given up on finding her true love, is it just the materialistic life that matters to her and if she is completely in for that why is she still pondering to be shown some love and affection in everyone whom she finds in the journey of her life. Every time I look at her she has a different expression, but with a strong layer of foundation "SADNESS" which gets easily masked by another opposite feeling HAPPINESS", the first time I came across her, I was taken aback, I did not even want to talk to her, I sat in a corner to analyse what a creation she is and it somehow happened that I started interacting with her; realized that she was lost in this world treating herself cruelly, whipping her skin-off to be showcased as the most sophisticated person around without realizing that the ground she stood was just not that but her self-respect which she had completely sacrificed and torn apart for no reason. All I could sense was, she was continuously and constantly running after a mirage to ruin herself which in the end will not fetch her anything but an unhappy ending awaits,everything she did was linked to a material, she had high regards to people but she was caught between the two; money and values for life; the latter was seeming to be fading away very soon with the former becoming the most dominant in her. Vision was lost just with the residue of Seeing being remaining in her; her future was getting buried from her own hands, the day is not too far when she would sit and whine for her foolish acts; afraid I am to tell her that these things are not worthwhile for I know she is a deprived child trying to find her ways to dream chasing the mirage. We all get lost at times but trying to find the right direction by arriving at the start point is the most.
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