The Odd One Out.

As I sit in the diversity of human thought and action I realize that in this garden of thought, every flower differs. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but it felt as if I was supposed to be like the people around me or to act like them, think like them and rise […]

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Who We Are.

I see from the corner of my eyes the drops of water dripping into the basin. I now wonder whether those are just drops of water or my tears and I instantly rinse my face multiple times. I keep on rinsing and looking into the unclear bathroom mirror my scarred, pale face with reddened eyes […]

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