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Life is a Box

I was always the odd one out, the one cracked from the start. Trapped in this sort of box, yet stuck with the rest. I felt left out wherever I went. My box was shook many times but there was no one like me. I knew life had an abrupt end for us, we struggle at the end, not in the start. The truth was, I was alone and empty in this great big box. I’m however thankful life didn’t crack me open before putting an end to my apparent downfall. It was my imperfection that made me stronger towards the end. Maybe the cracks that you’re born with are the ones which will ultimately help you shine. My panipuriwala did not crack me open before filling me up with my true contents and sending me off into the auntie’s mouth.

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