And sometimes you need those nights on the terrace,looking out for constellations,secretly hoping for a glimpse of a wisp of the milky way streaking your blacks with sparkles. You need those walks in fields of yellow,grasses caressing your skin,with the dream to keep walking till you reach the mountains afar. You need the shut downs of the invasions of science into nature,to swing your legs through the grills,playing an antakshari of loopholes and laughter. You need the Sunday morning cricket game,when none of you can even hold a bat,jumping in joy at a lucky shot. You need the swings in the deserted garden, believing your feet will touch the fluffiness of the clouds. You need the dream,unconscious and secretive,the knowing that only your sleep granted you the luxury of its sweetness. You need that cold shower on a hot morning,breathing in the scent of summer floating on the air,every nerve singing with the thrill of being alive. You need the quiet of a place of worship,even when you are an atheist,for the serenity of no judgement. Not just need,you DESERVE it. Don't let yourself dust like the delicate crockery in the glass shelves. Let yourself out,let your soul breathe in what is pure energy. Live,because that's what you are here for.
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