I often feel like a speck of dust in a sandstorm, carried away by the force of nature. Sometimes, like a shape-shifter, I adapt to the environment and the need of the hour. I am buried in the dune only to surface again, a lonely figure in the midst of all those who are similar to me and yet so very different. I am here, on top once again, flowing freely in the golden and glistening sun.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
