I believe....

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At times I feel that people around me get easily bored of me... they soon start looking 4 other options, other faces around... though I listen to them, ask them to share their problems with me, be cheerful when they are happy and talk about birds & beasts... yet...

... at times this affects my confidence in myself...

Bt recently I read a very beautiful line on net...it was something like "unless you get bored of yourself, you are sufficiently interesting."

And let others free... they have the right of looking for other people to keep themselves entertained... it is like the freedom of choosing ways to keep oneself happy. Not their fault! I should choose the ways to keep myself happy and not brood over the reason in roots...

So, Neha... be your best friend as that is where the seed of unconditional happiness lies...
Right?

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"just for you" said…
Right..but not exactly right. With me around, how can u think of being a bore? I always find you very lively and humorous...a hidden art you have polished ever since we met each other...right??

So, just be the way you are....and you will be adored by everyone in the same way i adore you.

Love you a lot!!
December 15, 2009 at 1:13 AM
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