Low Volume Thoughts

You raise your right hand in front of the mirror. The other perspective raises its left hand.

No one realizes what words go through until something happens to them.

It was carried forward.

A strand of hair flew as if it was in its teens.

It was a second-hand day.

Our journey to being excellent in our work and in our conduct is often windy, and uphill.

When you have paid all unpaid bills.

Sometimes, the mind is like a classroom. As if it is studying literature.

I am in all eyes.