For me... The Past years of the life looks like a lie or work of fiction. The Past is just decaying library of history. Popularity and Gain, Misfortune and Sufferings are transforming into the gigantic imaginary book of things that passed away. The Present resembles a streaming movie that has continuation in the future. Taking a gander at the old papers I feel that my present Self
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