Bereft of pretensions and oblivious to favour or fear
Going about both her work and life in a manner simple and clear
One such path brought her to the place of his toil
Little did he realise that his life would quickly be in turmoil.
Sorting out taxes in the morning with evenings reserved for beers
His existence became an explosive mix of unrestrained laughter and unconstrained tears
As the professional and the personal slowly obliterated a blurring line
He plunged into the circumstances fully knowing it wouldn’t at all be fine.
Elation and Enthusiasm converge to impress
Reality and futility together to depress.
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That, Venky, is stunning.
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Thanks a billion!
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Billion, no less. Wow. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Nice! The title especially goes together with it – the Ash Cauldron perfectly symbolizes a mixture, a potion that brings regret. Perfect.
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Thank you so much!
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“His existence became an explosive mix of unrestrained laughter and unconstrained tears”
This line is beautiful. Love it!
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Thanks Much!
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