Indulge in a crush
Indulge in romance
Indulge in guitaring
Indulge in a dance.
Indulge in a bike ride
Indulge in the speed
Indulge in driving and being driven when you need.
Indulge in poetry
Indulge in the rhyme
Indulge in the desire - not to break it, all the time.
Indulge in frustration, having done something in vain
Indulge in the childishness of doing it again. :)
Indulge in complan, or coffee, or tea
Indulge in sugar, make it sweet as it can be.
Indulge in cleanliness of your room and your shelf
Indulge in the flowers that you plan to buy for yourself
Indulge in the thought of going home to your mom
Indulge in cuddling in her arms, oh so warm.
Indulge in the joy of meeting someone you met yesterday
Indulge in the dream that they will never go away.
Indulge in writing a line and then scratching it out,
Indulge in pen and paper, doodling all about. :)
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After reading this, i have only one thought in my mind.
What lies "beneath" the crust? Who will explain me the reason behind these indulgences. Is it just an abstract phenomenon or a signal by a neuron. Who knows the "Truth"? Or it's our misfortune that we continue indulging without questioning.
What is the grand design that we all adhere to, if there is something? Or we are trapped by the fractals created by us and us alone.
Thanks.
Nice!! :)
What's your take on the question from Manas?
@ manas.
I guess it doesnt matter what lies beneath the crust.
And it does.
So indulge in everything.
I dont think i can put the above four lines in understandable words. Perhaps that is why I did not reply earlier.
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