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Believe? Imagine!

You know, there's always a moment, a speck of time where you don't focus.

Be it a concert, a speech, a lecture in your class(who focuses in that anyway). We slowly do daze of into limbo. Hard to really define that moment. Its like a moment where you focus into something else. Something that is far more interesting in your life rather than a talk or an event.
You know what's interesting? The irritating moment when someone pulls us back into the real, boring world, by disturbing us. It is the most annoying feeling. Why?
Because at that specific moment, we do not believe anywhere. Nor in this treacherous world, nor in the world of our own. Ever thought of that?
This certain distance from our virtual reality establishes a frown on our faces.
 Why do I write this? Well lets just say, talking about nature, friendship and all is already there! I write to motivate someone to think beyond. A step beyond.

 So my first thought was, why not focus on things that are often blurred by our eyes while laying down and gazing into the stars(although in India, hell, you can't see the stars properly.)

So, apologising for drifting into a, well, a speck of nowhere. My thought, this time is, where do we drift, where is this speck, and how do we manage to initiate it?

The answer lies with me this time, not like the last time where I left y'all hanging.
We don't initiate somethings. we sometimes are not responsible for our actions.

But things said and done, the moment created is charming.
We initiate it through thought that grip us the most in our life. Be it love, passion, craze, fear, anything.
Couldn't we just go into the world we always daze off to?
Can we always stay there? Can that world be always by our side?
But wait, who am I kidding? We can't just believe in things which can't exist, entirely. You know what we can do?
Imagine.
Well, that dimension is imaginary. So will our thoughts be, one day. 
Why not take our imagination to a step beyond?
By:   Shaon Bandopadhyay
a.k.a Snoop


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