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In harmony of painted thoughts

The major cover-up of an individual could be no other than that of one's fears. Just as the male do it for they consider it to be their weakness, the woman, so strong in no sens to the muscular brigade, has a different story to tell. Each one has millions of thoughts running through them in random order. Imagine putting them all on a canvas. Between those many lines of thought that she carries, there is a hidden secret.

This woman falls in love with someone. She thinks its a mirror, then goes on to believing it was her imagination, that person. She loves to the extent of standing true to the saying, 'Truely, Madly, Deeply' in love. Soon the characters involved in this story come alive with the love itself being the figment of imagination here.

The strength of a woman is unknown to anyone, men and other women alike. Someone told me, a woman who comes out very strong, is trying to defend herself very hard to not get affected by any outside force. A woman will be all the emotions at one time and none at some other. It gives her the power to control everything around her in a molecule of mind control. The shield, as many recognise it as, prevents the painting of a woman's thoughts to stay in harmony.

The simple man's theory says go ahead and if it doesnt work, move on. So does everyone's. Women are no different. But sometimes, unintentionally, you remain forever in the colors of her thoughts, with or against her choice, from which she will never be able to come out. Term it complicated, but if you are not prepared to handle it for the time-being, just dont mess around with her.

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