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Arch-Nemesis

People amaze me.

It's fun being around something that can move, talk to you, respond in a way you could not expected the least. Things that can love you, care for you, hurt you. Things that can feel, think, and plan. An overused and abused word, plan. Things that are helpful yet selfish. Happy yet sad. Playful, and evil.

Clarification.

I am amazed by people.

With some deep seeded curiosity, to know how it would be it I weren't me. What would I do if life wasn't the way I saw it everyday, right from the moment I wake up to the time I batted by eyes last in the night. 

If my friends, weren't my friends, but could be acquaintances, or even enemies (not that I endorse this word!) 

With this new thought, I walk up to every person I know and talk to them like we would in a parallel world, another dimension, where my acquaintance would cheer up at the sight of me, and applaud my great doings! It felt good, good different. Almost unreal. 

At one point I felt that I may have been a little to tied up in my own thoughts to see the real people around me. Not the ones who put on fancy clothes, or talk the regular jargon. Those who are calm in rough seas, aggressive for need of the hour, passive for someone else's tranquility, and joyful in their own tears. 

Anf then i met .. the person.. 

thinking... what if the person I depend upon the most is my arch-nemesis.

Writing my own book of life, I didn't fathom such a situation.








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