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Dilemma!!!

Hey... I always wanted to do this with an air of convenience. The words should just flow out from my mind to the edit box. I was waiting for the time this happened. The longer I wait the more I realized there is no such time. Things have to come forth in two ways...

1. By perfecting the art after a number of attempts trying to make it better which is actually starting right now.

2. To actually be so convinced, passionate and eager to write and share that a write up is just a fall out of the process of expression.

Turns out, I am neither deft at playing with vocabulary nor too passionate and convinced about my opinions and beliefs that I produce a work qualified as worth attention.

But the lack of a well maintained lexicon must be compensated by the will to tell a story. A story; comprising fictional creations of my mind, my views, my take on the circus. But when one knows just about as much as to get humbled by the grand scheme of things one turns out to be a big loser. The reprieve for it seems to be a slow poison; steadily eating into my mental faculties, rendering my wordplay useless and ineffective.

So before I present PRASHANT, the being to the world...

I already present a shoddy attempt. People who care please keep watching this space!

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