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A rare triumph, and a bummed out celebration! The two filaments don’t really seem to knit well with each other, do they?
Sitting in a secluded quadrant, the caves of solicitation branching out to all portions of the arsenal (however, the last immediate strand doesn’t even lead to the directions of the concerns!). Anyway, sequencing it up with tangles of words and a perplexed degree of language, that apparently was never fantasized nor envisaged to shape up a spectacle out of itself…THE IRONY? It does sneak itself in to pull the boundaries of laurels within the envelope of reach. What nurtures the tail of the trail bangs on being nothing short of a stroll in the park to be posited…CELEBRATION, FEST…ZEAL and ZEST! Cash in the latter two for me, and zap out the former chunk for charity. Seems to be the perfect fairy tale with a drag of assault at its closing episode.
So the nucleus that is wrapped around recursively by this idea along the periphery is the justification of the triumph. And on a pivotal ground, the inclinations onto which this justification leans. The grueling judders destining to feat and a probable astound of glory have celebrations and parties waiting at the summit, or aren’t they? And the most perturbed curse to be granted access to is, when the pinnacle of all accomplishments is the next door neighbour, but is conjectured to be a step higher – and an indefinite count of iterations flags off.
What more addition can make the perfect assortment of ecstasy, exhilaration directed by the victory vandalize? A mammoth mountain being squeezed into the perception as a miniscule fraction of a “nothing”. At this spot, optimism augments its confinements towards globe trotting and space trekking. But how many graduations does it encapsulate under its possession. Contentment succumbs to its own injuries.
Alright, the stride for betterment should pull up its socks everytime. On the contrary, it’s the only time when the corridors of eccentricity denies to immortalize even for an experimentalist. In the most defining sequence, what is the tail of the tale? A dash of optimism cutting itself loose, or does the big L has cannon balls being shot in all splits of the cargo space…