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“Apart of my life , Apart of my responsibilities , I have an open book of my heart which is just like hands in the shower  of  “Niagara Fall” where you experience the delightful thoughts in the form of sprinkles getting over your face after bouncing back from your hands, where you believe that you never existed , where you keep the heart on your palm and free him to fly without wings, where you ask the tree in front of you to move away and run in strong winds of deserts”, where……………………….. !