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Journey
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Each journey ends one day, whatever may be the hurdle, and without hurdle journey can never be interesting.
Life is also a journey, you can define it as the bunch of different colourful journeys . To make life meaningful, we should paint it with different colours. Colours of life are the moments that we live...we feel... the joys...the grieves...the hurdles...the quarrels ...the giggles, the hugs and also the kisses...and many thing...you yourself can discover from the stream of unending time.
If I will stand before the canvas, I have to paint something. And canvas is nothing , but the life itself. Paint it... that's all the aim.

Journey, or the canvas, its your own pleasure to make it colourful...
So, walk and touch the horizon.

sarojini
2/1/2016
Odisha

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