When you realise ‘I love you too’ was just a way of saying ‘ I’m sure I don’t love anybody else at the moment, so yeah… whatever!’
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Epiphany.

The moment is exclusive but emotion explicates a shared experience. Thoughts devastate, feelings crumble.

They realise they are alone. So do the rest.

A long standing proposition this: The more i love the more silent my beloved becomes.

Discussions cease. Never to resume.

You: What is it?
I : Nothing.
You: Why don’t you just say it?!
I : It is really nothing. Don’t worry.

Phew! I could silence the shrieks inside my head well in time. Relieved.

Relationship. Conversations. Sighs.

Damn! I should have taken those yoga classes on breath control.

Did I just kill your thoughts? Did I crush you under the weight of my autocratic and strangulating dictum?

But you see overindulgence with one’s thoughts is artistic carouse.

Curiosity Restraint
Anxiety Overbearance

In search of predating over the unruly and disorderly set of educated and cultivated human beings engaged in supposedly the liveliest and most enthusiastic run-amok thought processes, I found the following:

1. School student writing the language paper

Overwhelmed action: Written expression symbolic of lets-change- the-world- in-a- stroke tendency.
Overwhelmed reaction: Teacher -dictator breaking the illusion through penalization of marks.

2. Television anchor shouting at the top of his voice

Overwhelmed action: Expression symbolic of the exceedingly hyperbolic anger and frustration against the unjust socio- economic scenario.
Overwhelmed reaction: Viewers’ perception getting further obfuscated as a result of being continuously receptive to loud gibberish.

3. A politician haranguing at the eleventh hour of the upcoming election

Overwhelmed action: Inconclusive empty promises made.
Overwhelmed reaction: Audience emotionally inspired by the tirade of jingoism evidently uninspired by thought or reflection.

Baffled and bewildered, I still feel self important. In hope of achieving semiotic sanity in people’s thoughts, words and actions.

Yours oppressingly

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Are you okay?

                          Yes. You?

Me too.

Both understood. They could tell.