Origin🎭

I have been trying hard to write for the past few days but wasn't able to.

I could only hear the knocking on my door, but there was no one out when I opened it.

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So one fine day I decided to keep the door open to see what's exactly on the verge of  getting on to paper. Anyways, jumping on the weekend ladder. 

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Yesterday Arya, one of my dearest friends, just randomly asked me.

"Why do you love Dapoli?"

"What are the three things that allow you to love this city?"

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I wasn't able to reply. So I just said some random things.

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I am still retrospecting.

I know it is difficult to tell people why you love particular things, because sometimes simply telling people you love those things  isn't enough. People validate this feeling by interpreting our explanation to these "Why" questions.

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Every person has his roots, the place where he actually belongs. The part of the world where he can return when nothing goes his way. 

This place is what keeps us alive, this place is an iron saddle of the balloon wala's cycle, where the colourful helium balloons are tied. All at a single point.

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Dapoli is the saddle and I am one of the balloons tied to it, I guess.

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 We all are like those helium balloons, and maybe the saddle is our home, which is helping us to breathe, the strings acting as the medium to connect us to our home. 

Once the string is detached and when you are set free, no matter how high you fly your existence will not matter, your soul would have already escaped from the body by then.

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Sometimes I feel I am still in the womb of some supernatural creature and my unconscious thoughts and emotions are acting like an umbilical cord which provides me with sufficient nutrition to thrive.

The nutrition of hope and love. 

The cord is connecting me to my home.

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We keep moving from towns and cities, meeting new people, exploring things and eventually growing.

But somewhere deep inside we all know that there is a place where it had actually started, the origin of our existence. 

And some way or the other the thought that we aren't homeless, helps us to thrive wherever we go.  The umbilical cord of our emotions will make sure it supplies you enough nourishment of love and hope.

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The only thing we can do is, trust the supernatural creature as long as we are present there.

Have faith in our cords and origin. 

Shruti Sawant 💤