For an instant, silence, noisier than a waterfall.

The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the &#39;I,&#39; under another form, continues the task of existence.

Heidi came running in, "Grandfather can the sun still laugh at me? she asked

staying in one position
will make fruitless this mind
moving everywhere
after every interval
will bring better things
to the mind and also
will increase thinking abilities

Written By Divya

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