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The aroma of the words evaporating with each frag

The aroma of the words evaporating with each fragment of an alphabet scattered on the paper relish us with the sense of nostalgia. And sometimes it haunts what if a day would come when the words won't be enough to act as a bandaid on my deep wounds then how would I get back my sense of serenity and replenishment that words give me? We've had heard writers judge others on the basis of the words they choose to define the little details around themselves.And, I won't deny this because writers breathe words even if they're staring blankly somewhere. We've a dark room with velvety curtains hidden inside our nervous system which capture the whiff of all the freshly baked words.It's said that our hippocampus can get triggered by a familiar emotion which can bring all the memories of the yesteryear as a flashback in front of our eyes.And perhaps wrtiers can get triggered by the gravity of words. The aroma of the words evaporating with each fragment of an alphabet scattered on the paper relish us with the sense of nostalgia.And sometimes it haunts what if a day would come when the words won't be enough to act as a bandaid on my deep wounds then how would I get back my sense of serenity and replenishment that words give me? What if I get lost in the pool of emotions triggerd by the gravity of words I once considered mine? What if I won't be able to write? Perhaps, a day would come when I would forget the words I've shared with pages of my diary and the particulars I've written in broken chords but I hope the serenity I feel when I hear those words should always remain same till the last chapter of my life.
The aroma of the words evaporating with each fragment of an alphabet scattered on the paper relish us with the sense of nostalgia. And sometimes it haunts what if a day would come when the words won't be enough to act as a bandaid on my deep wounds then how would I get back my sense of serenity and replenishment that words give me? We've had heard writers judge others on the basis of the words they choose to define the little details around themselves.And, I won't deny this because writers breathe words even if they're staring blankly somewhere. We've a dark room with velvety curtains hidden inside our nervous system which capture the whiff of all the freshly baked words.It's said that our hippocampus can get triggered by a familiar emotion which can bring all the memories of the yesteryear as a flashback in front of our eyes.And perhaps wrtiers can get triggered by the gravity of words. The aroma of the words evaporating with each fragment of an alphabet scattered on the paper relish us with the sense of nostalgia.And sometimes it haunts what if a day would come when the words won't be enough to act as a bandaid on my deep wounds then how would I get back my sense of serenity and replenishment that words give me? What if I get lost in the pool of emotions triggerd by the gravity of words I once considered mine? What if I won't be able to write? Perhaps, a day would come when I would forget the words I've shared with pages of my diary and the particulars I've written in broken chords but I hope the serenity I feel when I hear those words should always remain same till the last chapter of my life.
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