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.
The doctor and medicine in tent. Found on the side of road in all middle level cities of India. They have their own space in the Health market of India. Un regulated and disorganised, but looks it is thriving.
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