Hope:- A Redemption In Functioning

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Despite all the flaws at the time,I think that there is always a small window of hope,if not a window then the splits,splits of hope in a dark frightening cell of uncertainty.

Perhaps, the very next morning you look to adore the elevation and vibrations excelled by the sun. Your skin asks for some fresh chilled meek breeze of dawn. Your eyes intend to have a glimpse of cattle and farmers going towards the fields with some kind of fresh momentum in their legs. A few aged and ancient people gesture to you and say Ram-Ram.  Someone of them talks to you and say that their commute can't begin any better after meeting you all of sudden.

 Then your mother brings breakfast and ginger,tulsi,clove,black pepper spiced odorous hot tea. At the moment, you feel quite melted,generous,blissful within yourself and say thanks to almighty for giving a shed over head and bread on bed. You feel as though you've diagnosed yourself wrongly with the situation and emphasize for a better attitude next time.

Suddenly, a dull and forlorn life starts to scatter smile. It seems to catch an astounding rhythm. You tend to gain possibly the best mental shape of your life. Anything and everything of the universe drives to function with you in great tandem with a requisite harmony. Eventually, you realize that you've become stronger,sharper,wiser. You smile with a genuine gleam in your eyes and life becomes flabbergastingly emphatic and beautiful. 

Depression:- A Recession In Functioning

Depression:- The ailing state which is led by a chronicle of unwanted and unwell events when you start to feel excessive, eternal,vicious isolation from the people and yourself too over a seemingly timeless span. You feel like Sun will never rise,moon won't shine and clouds won't cry again neither in adulation nor in cast down and even if they do I don't give a f**k about them.You find anything and everything static,monotonous, hinged while drawing an analogy with yourself. Although you ask for some time to act so that you wouldn't react or overreact in the hazy attire wrapped around your soul culminating you on a bamboozled contradiction.
Eventually, a feeling comes as though you're a terrorist who crushed hundred of innocent smiles in a very coveted church on a sacred evening then you feel victimised,offended,brutal tormentor trio altogether who was made to put on the mask of Jannat,Shahadat,Zihaad.
You may also feel like a warrior of light who fought for goodness and saw a lot of deaths,blood,crying skeletons in front of his bare scarified eyes which never blink and his sleeps are also in great dread of the fiendish dreams of bloody war arena.

Despite all the flaws at the time,I think that there is always a small window of hope,if not a window then the splits,splits of hope in a dark frightening cell of uncertainty. 

 READ ITS SECOND SEGMENT UNDER THE TITLE 'Hope:- A Redemption In Functioning'.

My Doctrines

More silence, less arguements
More peace, less anxiety
More smile, less downcast
More respond, less react
More love, less animosity
More bliss, less predicament
Culminate in eternal meditation, transient wandering.