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INSIDE OF ME...

If you are an introvert, you are likely to not open up. You just keep everything inside like a closed window, which exists, exists only for the sake of existence. Not that it has importance less than any other window in the house. Probably because it was made to be the closed window .It has its beauty in being closed. For if you see, you will eventually find at least one window in the house, which is the ‘closed window’. A window, which is seldom open .A window which when open gives you an untold happiness. You just stare at its beauty, you try to look through the view it offers. A view you never imagined would be different when seen through it. Maybe of the same old building that existed like forever, maybe you have grown seeing the building but looks new when seen through it. 


It is the closed window for if opened it would open you to the view; you would probably not stand to see. Maybe it would show you things that nobody ever thought or would have ever imagined. All you will see is deep and profound darkness. And the darkness is not really scary, but comforting if you have the patience to acknowledge it. Amidst that darkness you will also find, a flower, rare in its own way. Bright and sparkling. Like an unseen specie that you have known forever. The petals so tender and delicate, that probably you won’t dare to touch. Why only you, none would, except the one who owns the flower!

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