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A shield is used by everyone. To protect our space. To keep away unknown people and known people as well. Everyone is holding this shield tight, as we are always afraid of getting hurt. For me as well that is worse feeling than actually getting hurt. The feeling which makes you feel that you are vulnerable to anything. So I keep my shield close. Keeping all at a safe distance.


But is that a right way of living? Even I don't think so. Cause we all are hungry for love and warmth, a hug, a special touch, a personal meaningful conversation. So we keep looking for such people around us, with whom we would not require to use shield. We all need, at some point of life, a halt. Nobody can run forever.




And then we make the mistake. We think the person with whom we are getting closer is having mutual feeling. We forget that we are Armless. We forget that we are getting vulnerable to getting hurt again. We forget that we have let our guards down.
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