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**He met her in the courtyard by chance, though pitted against each other in a fierce competition, both willingly enrolled, they fell in love, at fist sight, as if by a hidden cue. Left out, by this turn, unexpected they felt, no spirit of competition in them is now left; two yarns in the magical weave of life braided in perfect design, excellently blended in quick time, can any one orchestrate a moment like this? It's an apparition from the womb of time,  on its iridescent wings flew down to intervene, on behalf of some spirit, evil or noble who can tell, except when,  time is ripe. Life is a walk through dark and enchanted woods we stop a while where, paths diverge, and  take one, sometimes by sudden impulse, most take the beaten ones, the less traveled appeal some, holding the hand of a beloved bathed in silver light, at the moment, will it lead to destination or not, one knows not,  that moment is decisive, at the end as much intervention of fate, if one views that way, as human proclivities.**
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
A sudden turn, unknown design
**He met her in the courtyard by chance, though pitted against each other in a fierce competition, both willingly enrolled, they fell in love, at fist sight, as if by a hidden cue. Left out, by this turn, unexpected they felt, no spirit of competition in them is now left; two yarns in the magical weave of life braided in perfect design, excellently blended in quick time, can any one orchestrate a moment like this? It's an apparition from the womb of time,  on its iridescent wings flew down to intervene, on behalf of some spirit, evil or noble who can tell, except when,  time is ripe. Life is a walk through dark and enchanted woods we stop a while where, paths diverge, and  take one, sometimes by sudden impulse, most take the beaten ones, the less traveled appeal some, holding the hand of a beloved bathed in silver light, at the moment, will it lead to destination or not, one knows not,  that moment is decisive, at the end as much intervention of fate, if one views that way, as human proclivities.**
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
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