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A life starts with the innocence of a certain expression, cry. Slowly the number of expressions increases. Though the best of all remains there, silently. Innocence. We grow up, get matured, gradually. The innocence never dies though. The best expression of a human being stays… sometimes forgotten.
Sometimes we smile, sometimes cry. We love, we hate. We fight, we pray. Still , amongst these thousands expressions there are times when we don’t understand what expression to bring forth. That alien feel, that gives birth to innocence. Brings out a man’s best self.
Never let it die. For, the good will always remain. Either we want it to or not.
