Isnt it strange how sometimes its like you just temd to see a big big problem looming in front of you?

All the paths now in darkness.. no light to show where tge shining way of happy and free world is in…

The demon of tension goes on building its house in that plateau of your brain… 1 storey..2… 3… and much more taller than the Effiel tower itself…

Talking of balance of that house of tension demons.. well surprisingly its made of concrete cement called as Self-Thoughts that holds it right upto the very top…

The house is being made but its a magical one where the demon can be seen only by you… and also the progress of the storeys of the house adding up…

You try telling others the house exists… but in vain…

People would either give a damn… or if they do care – well they would acknowlege your ‘fantasy story’ as politely as possible… in short even they wouldnt give a damn of what big house you are trying to tell them about…

Then comes that moment of disaster… The earthquake of Realization from the epicenter of the core of the mind…

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