Musing is my strength. I think therefore I am. It is only occasional that the thought process wavers on the past and on the anxieties of the future.
Thoughts have to be friend. Not the master. Not the enemy. Not the ghost sitting on our back.
Musings are not the words of the idle. They are the Gems of Consciousness.
Found Gattuki the small puppy from the street inside our frontyard. He started wagging his tail once he saw me. It is in the genes of the puppys to be friendly. I wish we humans also had tails!
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