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Plagiarism of choices

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As a kid most of us yearn to own things, we yearn for love, attention, happiness, time to play, and a gang of friends. But I have heard no one yearn for a taste of their own! That made me feel I'm already on the ROAD NOT TAKEN. Everyone expresses what they like, chooses what they love, has a choice of their own, and calls it their taste.  It was that one fine evening, I was sitting by my sister and was humming the song she sang, and all of a sudden she hit me for stealing her song. Usually, any protest against her was a failure where I would end up in oceans of tears and a galaxy of thoughts against her. But that day was different. My thoughts were cursing me. All of a sudden I questioned myself, "Why did I sing her song? Don't I have favourites of my own?" Thoughts piled in and as I turned back nothing I had which I would call my taste. I borrowed them from people around me! My favourite colour green is from my aunt. My favourite dish puliyotharai is from my si...
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The drawing board

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                                           The Drawing board A vast screen with white shades, over the blue fades; Large stripes of red over the ends, And fumes of yellow binds. In the screen spread A sheet of violet made  A concise contrast. There was a sudden dabble of Silver coloured sparks. All of a sudden the black colour Invaded all the colours and left Only the sparks to shine. Oh! the beautiful evening sky.    
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Darkness

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                                   Darkness I closed my eyes,it was dark I opened it,the world was dark. I waved my hands in air, Softly moved my legs,not sure. I could not find a bit of light Still dark,I did not lose my might, I hit something,it was the magical wand, Oh yeah!I found a candle and match box. After all it was a power cut.
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Hope

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                                                  HOPE I fell down it was harsh, Painful,shameful,as like a trash. Filled with tears I gazed, The sky was lit up with the sun. A hand appeared and I dazed, Then held it tightly,It lifted me up. I gained my courage, I started my chase to face, All the failures,at-last I stopped When I stopped I stopped exactly Where I am supposed to be. I smiled and looked up The sun shone and whispered The hand that lifted you Was your HOPE.                                                ...
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Best Friends

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                                                                                                                                                Hey Friend,oh my friend   Remember our hands holding,  Each others’ to receive the scolding.  Listening the language of our hear ...
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