Have you ever felt that you are being trapped?
Have it once occured to you that some moments of complete liberity could be signs for long tournaments in imprisionment?
It happens that I usually donot feel that I am in a cage, whether it was silver or golden; but recently, things are changing. Matters are taking different moulds. And my idea of living under the ultramundane sky as a free bird is slightly getting mutated!
Could it be Time, the hidden instrument that is suffocating our breathes with its fast leaps?!
Could it be the tenatative sensation of security or the unfathomed feeling of obsecurity?
I can never regard Time as a hideous
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