Moving On

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First post from Noida.

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Moving on was not turning out to be as easy as he had hoped for. He had moved to a different city and his life had taken a turn for good. He had no other option.

Sometimes you will just die to have an option.

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What was I thinking. Every night he said these words to himself, just before he was about to sleep. He wanted to be practical.

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Whenever he thought about practicality, cracker chocolates came to his mind. He never liked them. It was an unnecessary innovation. The whole point of chocolate was defeated. There was always a hard part within the soft exterior. It was so much like practicality. He never liked it.

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