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Butterflies.

Ever looked at a butterfly closely?
When we were young, we were asked to paint the pictures of butterflies. We used unimaginable colors to fill in.
As we grow, we often miss out on the colors. But it takes only a butterfly to remind us of all the beauty in little things.

Like the butterflies in stomach? Oh, who doesn't like those, right? The exchange of a smile, or when you are meeting someone after such a long time -- those butterflies -- that make everything move in the inside. It makes you feel alive.

We have to absorb the moments which bring that emotion in us.

A friend of mine made me read a quote from Alchemist:
"It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting."

And well, isn't it true!


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