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Unacknowledged...

Sad voice, sweaty palms, withered vision, and watery eyes. My life is a crazy mixture of many deep emotions, like many others. Sometimes Here and there, I feel soo desolate even though I'm surrounded by many people, including my dear ones. But I don't find anyone who can articulate my feelings and make me feel protected. This makes me indict others in every phase I go through. 

But I never realized that you are always with me whatever the situation(happy, sad, crazy, etc..) it is, understands me and makes me appreciate every situation. I'm always surprised by seeing you mold yourself with my emotions. You sometimes make me feel strong, occasionally sad, and utterly crazy. I made a home inside you, undressing my darkest secrets.


 I can hear you from every role of nature, from birds, flowing water, and rushing air. It is overwhelming how beautiful yet emotional you are, how quiet yet noisy you are. I can hear you from a long-distance while I sit on the window sill having coffee. 

But I never realized how important you are in my life until this quarantine happened. Thank you for making me cry, laugh, dance, sing along with you, and many things. 

Thank you, god, for creating my beautiful friend, "THE SONG." 

"Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.."


                                                         ~~~ Bhargav Dwadasi ~~~



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  1. UnknownMarch 30, 2020 at 3:22 AM

    Nice 🔥

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  2. Alekya KilaruMarch 30, 2020 at 3:25 AM

    How prolific...😌simply enjoyed the beauty of love towards a song..
    Best writing ❤❤

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  3. Surya KMarch 30, 2020 at 3:26 AM

    Just beautiful! Every sentence expresses some level of emotion. no wastage of words.

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  4. UnknownMarch 30, 2020 at 3:32 AM

    Good work Bakkoda

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  5. RedMarch 30, 2020 at 3:49 AM

    It is overwhelming how beautiful yet emotional you are, how quiet yet noisy you are. This words ✨✨

    Well,thanks .. I'm going to call my idiots right away .. thank you dear .

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  6. UnknownMarch 30, 2020 at 4:10 AM

    Nice work!

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  7. Alekya KilaruMarch 30, 2020 at 4:11 AM

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  8. Princy AngelinaMarch 30, 2020 at 4:16 AM

    Beautiful and utterly emotional!!

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  9. UnknownMarch 30, 2020 at 4:24 AM

    Amazing writeup

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  10. UnknownMarch 30, 2020 at 5:02 AM

    Beautiful❤❤

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  11. Febin Koshy PhilipMarch 30, 2020 at 5:07 AM

    Sab bhik gaye

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  12. Gopika KariyavulaMarch 30, 2020 at 5:53 AM

    Beautifully expressed.

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  13. PremaWilliamsMarch 30, 2020 at 7:49 AM

    Good

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