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Make Peace.

Okay. 
Though I don't but I'm learning I should.
May be.
I've been fighting with everybody. From the past few days I've been the most rude girl on this planet!
Today, I questioned myself.
I don't know what made me do that but I did.
'Should I?'
'Is it so bad being a good listener?'
My larynx is the sufferer and so is the tympanum of others'.
But the feelings?
Being selfish. 'What do I feel at the end of day?'
I am not so much into myself. 'I hurt people, too.'
And and My-Own-Blood!
'Do I feel guilty?' I do. I do.
A LOT.
I have pity on what I do to my__Mother.
She is the BEST human. The STRONGEST lady. So confident. So avid to learn. So perceptive, sharp, vigilant, quick-witted, dexterous!
A home-maker and an entire premises-maker (If any such word exists)
So dedicated.
My idol.
She fulfills all my irrelevant craves for non-durable stuff.
I am stubborn. VERY stubborn.
I know I hurt her. I make her cry.
Hence, I cry.
When this all can end up only if I don't shout in the first place and be a good listener, then why not
'Make Peace?'
She can never think ill about me.
So is it necessary to revolt?
And if I'll be good to her, My-Own-Blood...
I will be Best to others.
After all, Charity begins at Home.
:)

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