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LIFE
Every day we renew our determination to be unattached. We cast our eyes back and look at the past objects of our love and attachment, and feel how every one of them made us miserable. We went down into the depths of dependency because of our "love"! We found ourselves mere slaves in the hands of others, we were dragged down and down! And we make a fresh determination: "Henceforth, I will be master of myself; henceforth, I will have control over myself." But the time comes, and the same story once more! Again the soul is caught and cannot get out. The bird is in a net, struggling and fluttering. This is our life.
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- suresh nagaripuram
- singapore, Singapore
- i am a simple guy believe in good friendship
REGRETS
As I sat there in English class, I staredat the girl next to me. She was my so-called "best friend". I stared at herlong, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me likeAttachment that. And I knew it. After class she walked up to me andaskedme for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed themtoher. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Iwanted totell her. Iwanted her to know that I don't want to bejust friends. Ilove her, butI'm just too shy. And I don'tknowwhy. 11th GradeThephone rang. It was her on theother end. Shewas in tears, mumbling on and onabout how her lovehadbroke her heart. Sheasked me to come over because shedidn'twant to bealone, so I did.As I sat next to her on the sofa, Istared at hersoft eyes, wishing she wasmine. After 2 hours, a DrewBarrymoremovie,and three bags of chips, shedecided to go tosleep. She looked at me,said "thanks," and gave me a kisson the cheek.I want to tell her. I wanther to know that I don't wantto bejust friends.I love her, butI'm just too shy. And Idon't know why. 12thGradeThe day beforeprom shewalked to my locker. "My dateissick," she said. He's not going togo. Well, I didn't have a date andin 7thgrade wemade a promise that ifneither of us had dates we would gotogether just as "bestfriends,"so we did. Prom night after everythingwas overI wasstanding at her frontdoor step. I stared at her. Shesmiled at me andstared at me with hercrystal eyes. I want her tobe mine, butshe doesn'tthink of melike that, and I know it.Then shesaid, "I had the besttime, thanks!" and gave me akisson the cheek. I want to tell her.I wanther to know that I don'twant to be just friends. I love her, butI'm just too shy. AndIdon't know why...Graduation Day A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and shecried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from myshoulderand said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kissonthe cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to knowthat Idon't want tobe just friends. I love her,but I'mjust too shy.And I don't know why…A FewYears Later Now, I sitin the pews of thechurch. She isgetting married,now. I watched her say,"I do"and drive off toher new life,married to another man. I wantedherto be mine butshe didn't see me likethat, and I knew it. Butbefore she droveaway,she came to me and said, "You came!"She said, "thanks!" and kissedme on the cheek. I want totell her. Iwant her to know that I don'twant to bejust friends. I loveher,but I'm just too shy. And I don'tknowwhy...Funeralyrs passed, and I looked down at thecoffinofthe girl who used to be my best friend. "At the servicetheyread a diaryentry she had wrote in her high schoolyears. Thisis what itread:I stare at him wishing he weremine. But hedoesn't notice melike that, and I know it. Iwant to tell him. Iwant him to know thatI don't want tobe justfriends. I love him, butI'm just too shy, andI don't know why. Iwish he would tellme he loved me… i wish I didtoo… i thought tomyself, and Icried.
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hai motte palakadaa
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