In the world full of perfect humans, he is an imperfect stubborn mess; he transgresses the definitions of the world, challenges the stereotypes He is a chaos,
full of life, intertwined with insanity. He is the kite that ascends even in torrential downpours, and a flower that blooms in adversities Grappling with all the newness, he dwells in words with his exceptional ardor He denies to shine in the worldly lights for he is a gleam himself, a lucent photon, flickering his way through the darkness amidst a universe of waning stars. © Suraj Raj Keshari
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