An Accidental Comedy

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Saket

Well, I grew up reading Shakespeare's and Wordsworth's, that makes me a firm believer in true eternal love, the one which is quite difficult to find in present world, i must say. I believe in simplicity and down-to-earthness. I can be tempted with sweet words, i am nicer to those who are nice and can be worse to scumbags and flaunters. I spend so much thinking about perfection that sometimes i get to pay for it without achieving anything. I may not be good at anything but i prefer to do things that bring me inner peace like writing, thinking about persons i care, knowing new cultures, traveling, reading, watching movies and of course my damn job of software's. So these are the 119 words about me in a nutshell.
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The world is a comedy to those that think; a tragedy to those that feel.

While the last rituals were being performed before cremation, the shrill voices of the sacred songs were hitting the eardrums of Umakant. The huge smoke from the incenses and the oil lamp were transmitting through the nerves of his nose. The sandalwood on his forehead and the holy water on his mouth was giving him a very cold sensation. And it was just like from a hideous dream, Umakant woke up on his bier. Before he could figure out what was happening, there was a complete state of chaos in the house. People started running here and there. They left the house crying, “Run! He is back from the dead. He is back from the dead.”