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People, I realised, are storybooks.
Everytime you talk to one of them, it changes your life. Most of the time, the change goes unnoticed.
But then, we come across this story, which rattles us out of our comfortzone, knocks the air out of our lungs, and changes the reason for our existence.
When you stop talking to a particular someone, its almost as if you left a book in between.
People are storybooks. Incomplete storybooks.
What do you guys think? What are people? Why do we give so much importance to them?
Everytime you talk to one of them, it changes your life. Most of the time, the change goes unnoticed.
But then, we come across this story, which rattles us out of our comfortzone, knocks the air out of our lungs, and changes the reason for our existence.
When you stop talking to a particular someone, its almost as if you left a book in between.
People are storybooks. Incomplete storybooks.
What do you guys think? What are people? Why do we give so much importance to them?