It was as if he were a single whole, grasped by her first glance at him, like some irreducible absolute, like an axiom not to be explained any further, as if she knew everything about him by direct perception, and what awaited her now was only the process of identifying her knowledge.

His mind contained several millions of facts, packed too closely together for the light breeze of the imagination to draw through the mass.

This is how humans are: We question all our beliefs, except for the ones that we really believe in, and those we never think to question.

Bita hua kal 
Aane wala pal 
Par koi badal nahi sakta

Written By ARKpriticha

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