Death may touch the heart, but the forgotten lives with us forever.

The fact that we&#39;re in the playoffs doesn&#39;t mean anything to us, to be honest with you. Hopefully, we can accomplish our goal of going into the playoffs on a winning note.

But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.

In reality, there is no reality 
Everything is illusion except one

Written By harish madhok

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