One in a new crowd of beautiful people. Is this one like any other random bunch? Despite the selection criteria, are there just one of every kind anyway - a representative for every philosophy of life, each with a different answer to the same question? It has always been so till now and I suspect it will be even here.
There isn’t much one can say having known people only for a few days. But impressions are being formed in every mind. There are more crowds than loners but some crowds seem lonely too, their conversation so forced that it radiates desperation.
Will there be tolerance for those who don’t feel the need for speed? Or will it be a cruel race to the finish line, destroying hope and will in the process? Will anyone hate the time to come, realizing this isn't the right fit - that the dream itself was false, though they made it come true.
There is so much noise all around. So many vying for attention. So many trying new things – will they like who they become? A classmate commented that things seemed so plastic and everyone seems so nice. Are they? Every logic presented and its completely opposite argument seems perfectly reasonable to me now.
Will the smiles be genuine always? Will conversations be born out of interest? Will we pat each other on the back and pull each other up to the mark? Or will that be too heavy a burden and all we can do is to try and get there ourselves?
What will it be in the end?
It’s all about Giving
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Le Meridien mornings, sunlight through the haze, Whispers in the silence, a
fleeting, golden phase. Unsought reflections linger, like rain on desert
sand, ...
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