It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

U kissed me as though u were starved for me
Like u had been held away from me since long and finally released  free.
It was the kind of love I have ever felt in fantasies.
No one has ever made me feel so engrossed......

Written By Akriti Srivastava

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