Viraah [A Mahabharata Story]
I am writing a work on the mahabharata on wattpad. If anyone of my desi readers give me a little feedback on it, i'll be very grateful. Also, the mahabharata lovers, gather around please.
Maybe this might catch your attention.
Reviews will be sugar on buttered toast.
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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.
I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.
I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.
He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.
I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.
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Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."
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I think I’m depriving myself of the life I could have to the life I make myself believe I’m bound to.
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I have no desire to fit in. No plans to walk with the crowd. I have my own mind, heart and soul. I'm me and it has taken me years to realize how important that is.
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i like to think that maybe in another lifetime
you never stopped loving me
- dee (multiverse)
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"Listen to this song, it's good!" is my code word for "Here, have a piece of me. I hope you understand the kind of person I am after listening to this. And I hope you adore me enough to listen to this song together, 10 years later."
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"It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long–and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom–and it was all so worth it."
– Schuyler Peck, Worth the Wait
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