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18th of May 2016.

Some thirty-something years ago, a Homo sapiens sapiens (must be italicised in accordance to writing binomial nomenclature) was brought to life. The tiny baby became a toddler maybe that naughty and haughty and grew past the stages of teenage, adolescence and adulthood (soon to seniority). You made your own stories traversing the direction you chose and the principles you believed in. You had the wings with feathers so lustrous and stronghold will to fly the vast vicinity and beyond you were set to discover. Along the course, some feathers worn off and you plunged to such depth of desperation in the saddest of fate. Your limbs were found to be of use to let your wings be healed. Your soles got sore and crawling was inevitable. You had to rest and in that resting, a new strength was gained and slowly you got up.

Maybe, you are still walking. Maybe you are about to start the flight again.

May in the next chapter of your adventure that you won't forget RESTING -- to take things slow. And in a pause, you'll look up to Him and say a prayer.

You are a beautiful chaos, my love. Happy (Age is not important … unless you’re a cheese. - US actress Helen Hayes) birthday!

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