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Writing, is a very cathartic experience for me. And these days, I need all the cathartic moments I can gather. While I’m drowning in my own angst-ridden existential crises.

Like the proverbial fork-in-the-road, I have come to a T-junction in my life. And there I stand at the crossroads, not knowing what to do. Only knowing, perhaps, that I shouldn’t try to turn around and walk back where I came from.

It happens to me all the time. Every decision is fraught with a thousand other indecisions. And my mind argues itself into a corner. So I retreat quietly into my self, hoping for a long and restful slumber.

Which was when she told me, “You need to get out more often.”
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