
Though,
he had all the pleasure of being captive in the prison of his thoughts, but somewhere
in the depth of his unconscious self he was curiously trying to get free. Free
in his self. He tried holding his thoughts back. He tried making all kind
of efforts to break this magic of thoughts. Thoughts were charming, but making him
dull in his outer appearance. Most of the time he looked lost. Lost in a world
of thoughts that has no way out. He did not care whether society finds him lost
or not. But, what made him afraid was his own appearance in the mirror.
Whenever he faced the mirror, he found himself lost; he was lost and confined
inside the thick walls of cold dark room. Indeed, he was a prisoner of his own
thoughts.
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