Sound VI: And I'm also part of this game!

I am a man full of life and soul,

They need a professional and specialized body.

I'm marketized in the columns,

Where boys and girls search for professionally tagged contestants.

They win who have higher market value,

And I'm also part of this game!

But I fight!

I do things which I never wanted to do,

For I feel things just happen to me and

I become just a subject of certain certainties.

Nothing is accidental in this world

Where you and me live in hope of good future and

Hope.

Its written and there is no space for future,

For there is no hope since everything is written.

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Hindolam: M₁

At every corner, she glimpsed him. Through the mist, she saw his figure, looking at her, the love in his eyes never fading. She tightened her grip on 'his' hand, her love, and glanced back. Sometimes she wonders, was it true? What he believed in. Whether she was his princess. But, she lost that moment. And she lived in her present, and the past, a mirage. Nothing could change her love for 'him'. She looked into 'his' eyes and all her inhibitions disappeared. She didn't hear the soft crunch of leaves behind her. She was too occupied with her love, her beliefs, with 'him'. She didn't see him steal glances at her. And sometimes, he lost her again, in the mist, in the blur, in the obscurity. But he always found her, for his love for her burned in his heart, a bright flame. She gave him the key to his freedom, but he flung it away. He chose his way of life, he wanted to chase her forever. He would never give up. His incessant pursuit fascinated her, ...

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