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Garvit Yadav

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Yet it stands, as if nothing happened. With the promise it will be here tomorrow. Every story must play under its light. Every crime is committed while it's asleep beyond the horizon. The most insignificant, yet significant character.

A decade ago, a lady physicist told me, look at that, he will be here tomorrow, no matter what happens, and care as if, it's his unimpeachable duty. And I still wonder till this day. She wasn't my friend, so i could not ask, but, i wanted to ask, " what is Love ?" I think she knew. But, I have heard life has not been the kindest to her. Makes me wonder. I asked, "but, why ?" In fact I have asked this question multiple times looking at the kindest of people, kindest of friends. "Why life is not kind enough under one sun to the kindest of its kins ?"

Oftentimes I spend wondering about life, love etc.
Oftentimes I spend wondering about human nature.
With no answers. But, more questions.
But, as I spend more time under its abundant light, I have known and seen, humans have the capacity of the greatest care and the greatest of violence. The blessed show ignorance of their blessings and the less blessed pray for more. Knowing all we have is limited time under this not so limitless, smaller star. The only star capable of life. by @garv.012

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But, what in fact is healing? I remember Camus said, "in the deepest of winter I found within myself avalanches of Summer." Paulo said, "the only thing to learn is child-like wonder and determination." I guess with all that time spent reading, understanding and analysing. It's a return to innocence. It's a return to a sense of wonder. It's a protest against an attention economy to be thyself. It's a return to the aesthetic truth as Immanuel Kant argued. Philosophers all across agree, the most horrific death is not the third death that is the death of flesh, but, the second death, that being the death of innocence. Isn't this what Athena said to Odysseyus, "give thyself to Poseidon." I guess all of Greek wisdom points to one thing and one thing only. When they posted the sermon at the temples of Delphi in ancient Greece, "know thyself." I can now affirmatively say, what they are trying to say is, "be like how the makers intended you to be, that is, child-like. Maybe that's why again and again they affirm, "children of God."
I know after being questioned, hollowed and embarrassed by the jungles of concrete and falsities of life, we all take different paths. I know the hardest being a return to yourself. There might be 100 paths that diverge, but the road not usually taken, is a road to yourself. I apologise Frost, but, there is a deeper question you posted, but, a deeper answer you missed. by @garv.012

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2 months ago

In between everything. The young dream of dreams. The youth is the impossibility to which dreams bow. And soon, the impossibility of it all, catches most of them. Most, but not all. And, that's where... by @garv.012

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3 months ago

I was convinced when they said, "there was a time when we looked up at the sky, to find our place in the stars, now, we look down, and try to search pieces of existence in the dirt." I will tell the next generation and every generation after that, in the 17th century, we imagined what heaven would look like, and we created the Taj Mahal, here in this realm. And at the heart of the building rests forever, the love of the most culturally empowered emperor ever. Human Love. A Love that raised many intellectual eyebrows, a building whose history has divided people. But, there was a time when men and women imagined their place in the stars. Modern man and woman is a sanitised version of the former. An existence that is trapped in the boundaries of their economic and social system. Modern men and women cannot imagine Taj Mahals. by @garv.012

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6 months ago

Sunshine. by @garv.012

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9 months ago

I just try honestly. That's it. by @garv.012

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9 months ago

Let them know, even if you rip this body apart, and cut this chest open, it was only Love. And, if not a 30 year old chap would have been sitting in a chamber counting dollars. But, we don't write destinies, we only do our bit. When we look at someone's eyes carefully, they are brimming with realities, with dreams. And we try to do our bit. I remember Che once said, "you want to shoot, let me bare my chest, shoot bastard. You will find a human only." There is a human sentiment that Late Dr. Che carried. He used to ride a bike, with a bare chest and helped with whatever he had. No ounce of bitterness ever swamped his nerves. We don't write destinies, we just do our bit. I now believe, if we merely do our bit, we can shift the balance. Only if. Anyways. by @garv.012

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10 months ago

Well. Well. Well. Merry Christmas world. by @garv.012

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10 months ago

Well, in between all of that, pyramids were built. by @garv.012

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10 months ago

Sometimes I feel, each frame chooses its own musical memory. As If I was not even there, I never intervened, the music chooses the frame, the frame chooses the music, and I am just a medium. Idk, what sort of neural networking is this. Idk, what kind of metaphysical understanding is this. Maybe, if Oliver Sacks would have lived a bit more, we would have known. Damn it, I am not capable enough to enter into the terrains of neuroscience. by @garv.012

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10 months ago

"Every Winter, I found within myself an invincible summer ." Albert Camus. And the older, I get....I find truth in the resounding words, heaven or hell both are here only. You need to choose. And the older I get... I find it also hinges on the fact that, whether you are careful, because there are always people around, who might have a heart. 💜 💜 by @garv.012

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10 months ago

And, there are certain frames. You look at them and say, yup, they are so compelling. by @garv.012

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a year ago