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A procrastinator is someone with the cat's mind in a dog's body. #smimano Reflections coupled with pet diaries. With The Obscure Obvious 💖 #humour #pets #dogsofyq #catsofyq #life #observation

A procrastinator is someone with the cat's mind in a dog's body. #smimano Reflections coupled with pet diaries. With The Obscure Obvious 💖 #humour #pets #dogsofyq #catsofyq #life #observation

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Words are like a lake - a lot that seeps in and invisibly supports the trees from under, some to ease the thirst of the lost weary traveler, more to host a group of noisy frogs to silent swans and shy lotuses, and a fair share to selflessly just soar and fill the scorching day with clouds of hope. #smimano 'On words and their timeless value in myriad ways - to each, their own' Conversations with The Obscure Obvious 💖 #personify #words #literature #embody #prose #powerofwords

Words are like a lake - a lot that seeps in and invisibly supports the trees from under, some to ease the thirst of the lost weary traveler, more to host a group of noisy frogs to silent swans and shy lotuses, and a fair share to selflessly just soar and fill the scorching day with clouds of hope. #smimano 'On words and their timeless value in myriad ways - to each, their own' Conversations with The Obscure Obvious 💖 #personify #words #literature #embody #prose #powerofwords

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"Sounds & Language" A creative origin story #smimano A long time ago, there was a gypsy who passed by quaint towns and remote hamlets. After years of travel and astute observation, he finally decided to share his wisdom in the form of stories. He gathered a group of eager kids in a village and began his tale. Alas! The kids were restless, and all but one, left midway. Eager to work on his shortcomings, he asked this inquisitive boy, what was it that had pushed the other kids away. The boy replied that the gypsy had a great story, but had

"Sounds & Language" A creative origin story #smimano A long time ago, there was a gypsy who passed by quaint towns and remote hamlets. After years of travel and astute observation, he finally decided to share his wisdom in the form of stories. He gathered a group of eager kids in a village and began his tale. Alas! The kids were restless, and all but one, left midway. Eager to work on his shortcomings, he asked this inquisitive boy, what was it that had pushed the other kids away. The boy replied that the gypsy had a great story, but had

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The little boy confused after hearing them all, looked at his grandmother. "Who's my true master?" he innocently asked. She peered from over her knitting and said, "they're each a direction within us, waiting for their own time. You're the only master, who has to figure out, when to be which of them." #smimano The wind whispered, "keep moving like you're the spirit of tomorrow." The mountain observed, "sit still to realize you're home." The rain announced, "dive down ditching your backpack."

The little boy confused after hearing them all, looked at his grandmother. "Who's my true master?" he innocently asked. She peered from over her knitting and said, "they're each a direction within us, waiting for their own time. You're the only master, who has to figure out, when to be which of them." #smimano The wind whispered, "keep moving like you're the spirit of tomorrow." The mountain observed, "sit still to realize you're home." The rain announced, "dive down ditching your backpack."

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Waking up is a choice Hitting the road is a dare You are only old When your dreams are stale When you have given up Afraid to try once more The thorns don't go away You have to learn to fly Your time won't come It's here and now To be held within the palms With a tenderness of care Looked in the eyes With promise of tomorrow Taken home as yours to be #smimano Letter my tomorrow's self With The Obscure Obvious 💕 #life #living #attitude #personify #time #age

Waking up is a choice Hitting the road is a dare You are only old When your dreams are stale When you have given up Afraid to try once more The thorns don't go away You have to learn to fly Your time won't come It's here and now To be held within the palms With a tenderness of care Looked in the eyes With promise of tomorrow Taken home as yours to be #smimano Letter my tomorrow's self With The Obscure Obvious 💕 #life #living #attitude #personify #time #age

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We're constantly in a state of flux. A growth, even if microscopic. The beauty of the ocean is in its wave. The wonder of time is in its perennial flow. The poetry of nature is in its seasons. The art of life is in movement. Yet, in this certainty of an intrinsic change, what is it that makes love, like home, special. A redemption for the restless mind running from one thought to another, finally at ease - in the single heart beat, familiar space and one emotion. #smimano 'Transience and Immortality' With The Obscure Obvious 💕 #life #time #change #philosophy #personify #home

We're constantly in a state of flux. A growth, even if microscopic. The beauty of the ocean is in its wave. The wonder of time is in its perennial flow. The poetry of nature is in its seasons. The art of life is in movement. Yet, in this certainty of an intrinsic change, what is it that makes love, like home, special. A redemption for the restless mind running from one thought to another, finally at ease - in the single heart beat, familiar space and one emotion. #smimano 'Transience and Immortality' With The Obscure Obvious 💕 #life #time #change #philosophy #personify #home

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It isn't the quantity, but quality that determines the worth of life. #smimano One dusk, when death knocked upon his door, it found him, relentless on the typewriter, with an unfinished poem. Mesmerised by the soulful lyrics, and moved by his passion for the art, Death promised him Life, till he completed the pending phrases. However, he spent a lifetime, thereafter, ignoring the metal keys. Assuming, he had cleverly, cheated death itself, even as cobwebs became the new tense to his alphabet. Until, the ripe old age of a fading autumn, when death revisited hi

It isn't the quantity, but quality that determines the worth of life. #smimano One dusk, when death knocked upon his door, it found him, relentless on the typewriter, with an unfinished poem. Mesmerised by the soulful lyrics, and moved by his passion for the art, Death promised him Life, till he completed the pending phrases. However, he spent a lifetime, thereafter, ignoring the metal keys. Assuming, he had cleverly, cheated death itself, even as cobwebs became the new tense to his alphabet. Until, the ripe old age of a fading autumn, when death revisited hi

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Art ain't always a conversation; it's sometimes, just a patient and loyal company. #smimano I crave to tell a story. I look around, searching for an audience, to share my art. But, all I see is a crowd of restless minds in a hurry, eager to grow up. I island myself from the din of their survival. Rather, I quietly lie down under the noon sun, facing the unhurried sparrow on my sparkling lawns. Atleast, there's always this old friend. He watches me intently for a while. There are no words spoken, and yet, it feels like we have shared a complete moment. He nods, hops ahead

Art ain't always a conversation; it's sometimes, just a patient and loyal company. #smimano I crave to tell a story. I look around, searching for an audience, to share my art. But, all I see is a crowd of restless minds in a hurry, eager to grow up. I island myself from the din of their survival. Rather, I quietly lie down under the noon sun, facing the unhurried sparrow on my sparkling lawns. Atleast, there's always this old friend. He watches me intently for a while. There are no words spoken, and yet, it feels like we have shared a complete moment. He nods, hops ahead

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I'm a member of this "Grey Society" Are you too? #smimano Oh! the extremes we peddle for gain A right or left built on another's pain Isn't just twilight against sun's prose I urge to see their stars and shadows World ain't either just black or white There is a rainbow spectrum to light

I'm a member of this "Grey Society" Are you too? #smimano Oh! the extremes we peddle for gain A right or left built on another's pain Isn't just twilight against sun's prose I urge to see their stars and shadows World ain't either just black or white There is a rainbow spectrum to light

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Art, science or theology are but, varied methods to the same end. It ain't a matter of superiority; just a principle of economics. #smimano Once, in the city of Canterbury, the local theatre was infested by moths. As they roamed about scattered, the owner didn't know, how to remedy the situation. So, he put out a flyer in the papers that anyone with a solution for the issue, would be awarded a hefty sum. Three people showed up on the D-day, even as a huge crowd gathered to sample the genius in town. Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective from London. Philips, a brilliant innovator from Holland, and John, a farmer from th

Art, science or theology are but, varied methods to the same end. It ain't a matter of superiority; just a principle of economics. #smimano Once, in the city of Canterbury, the local theatre was infested by moths. As they roamed about scattered, the owner didn't know, how to remedy the situation. So, he put out a flyer in the papers that anyone with a solution for the issue, would be awarded a hefty sum. Three people showed up on the D-day, even as a huge crowd gathered to sample the genius in town. Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective from London. Philips, a brilliant innovator from Holland, and John, a farmer from th