That was not gloomy at all, neither that was bright, the smoke was just so perfectly appropriate to intoxicate me with the purest of emotions, i didn't think of myself this way ever before this very night. the night itself was so wonderful with clouds covering almost every part of sky, but i didn't like it much....coz there were no stars to talk with....
And i was standing alone under that endless sky. And in that trip of thoughts, something strange crept into my mind, even while being alone, i was STANDING.... And yes, that was true, i regained my attitude. this is me, standing tall against all the odds... Every moment that has passed by was alive before my eyes with that thought and i murmured just one thing over everything else--
F*** IT AND FORGET IT......
And this is me, raw, cored and yes, rejoiced AMBAR. Now its a new avataar of me. i feel like reincarneted.... Most importantly, i can differenciate between "being alive" and "staying alive"........
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I could relate,though i had to read it thrice.Good one ambar.Loking forward more from the 'figher'.
**Looking forward to read more from the end of 'fighter'.
hmmm..ambar, the music sounds best at night, the stories are longest and deepest at night, maggi tastes best at night :-))..i have lived some of my best moments at night!
Night truly rocks!!
Nice post..keep writing..
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