What did it feel like to die? Was it a peaceful sleep? Some thought it was full of either trumpet-blowing angels or angry devils. Perhaps I was already dead.

comme ses ordres étaient toujours clairs, précis et faciles à exécuter, ses compagnons lui obéissaient non seulement avec promptitude, mais encore avec plaisir.

Har kisi ki apni ek alag kahani,
Hoti hai,
Dhuro ko chod,
Kabhi khud ki kahani padhi hai....

‎Comparing is empoverishing our own experience. There is meaning to our suffering, if we rise above it.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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