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Incidents (Episode:1)

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  1. Some incidents happen in their own choice and sometimes we just think if that not happened in our life. Life is always unpredictable as you fall for someone. - I'm extremely sorry! - Are you blind man? You ruin my brand new dress. - Sorry. - Just sorry! Nowadays it becomes a trend to say sorry after doing mistake. Do your eyes not stay in the way while walking? - Pls, I am already say sorry twice for my mistake and I mean that everytime. - Is that enough to say just sorry? - What you want to do? - .. Nothing. Leave it. - Are you out of your mind? You not even know what to do and you create a hassle consciously. - Are you just call me mad? - Now I realize that after seeing mentality of your type Sukumar Roy wrote 'Abol Tabol'. - What? First of all, you ruined my dress, then you argued with me and now, you call me mad. I will report against you, just wait...           'Sthiti, pls stop. This is a conference room.', her f...

Climax Peace

           Sometimes my subconscious mind fight against my unconcious mind. So, for this reaction I get a obvious result. Now, let's talk about this result. 

          Thought is only betrayal portion in our mind because when all things are going good suddenly you must thought that there must a fault to destroy your climax peace. This is mostly happen in love life.

          Love is nothing but an elegant moment that realize us to live our life in better ways. But it choke your breath when you meet your old infatuated love suddenly. That moment either sometime remember you the poem 'Hotath Dekha' or it breaks down all unfruitful moments of your life.

          Is rainy day get full of romanticism more than other day? I try to find answer of this question but I don't find it. In a rainy day ,as I say before, I feel romantic so that I decide to write a poem about my lover. When I see outside the window I see all rains are dropping in a sequence . Is this the fibonacci sequence? God knows. My lover suddenly come and sit in a chair behind me and help to find words for my poem.

- 'This is my poem of thoughts about you'. Also I murmur that 'how can you help me?'

- 'I know all your need , all your thoughts and all your kindness about me', she reply. 

          Is it PTSD or playing fibonacci sequence with my unconcious mind?

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