Love  people not  to your choice, love  people without choice.

So usually even if you like a sentence or a story or something, it won&#39;t come out that way - it&#39;ll come out years later, and in a different way, and you don&#39;t really control that.

I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothing…  How odd, I thought; it had taken my mother’s death, Father Quinel’s murder, and the desire of others to kill me to claim a life of my own.

Make today a great day in  a great way for  the people who are not in  your great  way.

Written By Samarendra mohanty .

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