Aamir made me write it...


Read Aamir’s blog and started blogging about myself?… but then do I really wanted to write about me, myself or was it an after effect of reading the fabulously written Amir’s blog ….well the latter was to be true…. Ctrl+A, Backspace…
But then - so-what, let’s write it…it’s Amir’s effect, but experiences are mine…Ctrl+Z….re-read the lines…none described my moments in this crazy city as they were….no matter what language I used, with what flowers I beautified it….well, returned to my original decision, but used a Ctrl+A, Delete instead of a backspace…was there anything to say without forcing myself to say it….realized - a language existed that just cannot be spoken…it’s not silence or anything…it’s just unique to every being…my language created by my living of my experiences, and the perception of those experiences by my senses…no matter how hard I try I won’t ever be able to teach it to anyone, however close to me…nor will I learn it from anyone….just like two finger prints just won’t match…no picture on any social networking site will ever justify the most precious moments with my loved ones…
So this blog finally turns to be a blog about my decision to not write this blog….and I’m sure no one who  is reading it, if anyone is, will understand it the way I meant to say it….





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