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Often a grey curtain of enigma oscillates in front of my vision. This
obstruction is not a real one; it is my mental stress, agony, disappointment and
even a few times profound grief. The yellow pages of my mind impel me to plunge
into the pool of dismay. Life becomes an object to endure. Hope, positive zests
cease to exist. Tremendous
torment blurs the future line with overwhelming waves of disillusion.
Life is the most gorgeous gift to any mortal creature. Favorable circumstances
support the continuity of its grace and glamour. But intolerable procession of
adverse occurrences converts it into a sweltering pot of volcano. Its torment
strangulates the motion of life, compels one to contemplate over the thoughts of
death and pessimism. The overwhelming grief floods away all the hopes and
aspirations of humane minds. Life becomes an unbearable saddle to put up with.
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But every cloud has a silver has a silver lining every
abstract situation occurrence ultimately renders some rays of optimism. Human
beings are mere floating particles in governing stream of fate. Though an
upright heart at the end receives comfort. The definition of life and its
unpredictability can never be typified or chased by any theory. It is always a
moving thread in the wheel of time that is also mentioned in Greek myths. Its
diverse aspects represent themselves, often in a sudden manner and with
astonishing approach. It is beyond human comprehension, often. Allover,
according Biblical allusion, human beings are always adhered to endless misery
and Sufferings, but an eternal trust for emancipation flourishes concurrently,
always?
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Contributed By: Madhumanti
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