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Footnote #1

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Sometimes it's enough that you're alive, and that you can think without the need to put everything on paper.

Sometimes everything's enough, yet insufficient: because somethings, however scratchy, cannot be etched with words.

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Shashank said…
And somethings must always remain insufficient, for in their insufficiency lies my completeness.
10:20 PM
Anonymous said…
Ok! bhai this bharatbharti is I.
10:22 PM
Anonymous said…
"some things, however scratchy, cannot be etched with words."
That, my dear Shuby, is profound!
10:14 AM
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