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Sunlight peaked through the window, falling on his face. His eyes were closed, and he heard only the ambient sounds of the afternoon — the faint whirring of the wind from the fan, the rustling of the trees, the chirping of the birds, the occasional voices of children far below, and his own relaxed breathing.

The 23-year old was lying on a yoga mat. After a few good minutes, he opened his eyes to the sun. For a brief moment, they shone in sepia tones. You could almost see his soul smiling.

Nothing gold can stay. Maybe he felt privileged to have experienced the simple pleasures of life and its cosmic music anyhow. Or maybe he is ignorant, you thought.

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I enjoy the never-ending process of discovery, imagination and learning in life.