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Ingredients

It does surely take some sprinkle of secret ingredients to come up with a piece of writing such as mine. But is it truly the only one thing that drives me to grab all the 26 letters of english language and make a pot of letters out of it. Or doesn't it. Because lately I've had my close acquaintances suggesting me to publish another one as "it's been super long since I last posted".

This isn't going to be like all other posts of a peep into the wisdom world , but just another account of why writing is so precious to me. As a kid I always used to look up at the sky and watch the divine sunrays illuminating the outline of the clouds , and wonder which thing would bring me peace... which work would it be for which I would be known, for which I would be appreciated. But be replied back with silence and curiousity.

It did, indeed, took a long time for my answer to get delivered. But as they say,  "even the pebble that you threw in the lake meant to meet the waters at those times" , everything that happens, happens because it was meant to be. And time is just another excuse we give ourselves to put out the fire of curiosity that burns oh so rapidly.

The kudos go to this "fire" which never died inside of me and pushed me further to stand up and explore everything that would make me "me".

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  1. If everything is gonna happen when it has to be...then is it justificable sitting idle and waiting for it? Or are we supposed to do anything? Like when it has to happen, it must happen whether we do anything or not.

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    1. Yes, eventually things are meant to turn out the way they are supposed to . But why let this fact make you sit idle and wait for magic to happen. Go out, work your ways and add up to those things that might have turned up differently, had you not contributed. Life is all about what man does. Statues never make a mark,ever. We might not be able to change the time of occurrence, but we can surely affect it's extent of impact or it's nature.

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  2. Very Nice🤗

    Peace of conscience and mind is precious than to be known by others.

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