It formed a small, darkly, gobbly kind of cloud. In the dark of the night, it was difficult to decipher the exact shape. I felt creepy, sweaty and my nose twitched. It was bad. But I loved it. After all it was my own fart. The fart took the shape of an emoticon which had a crickety Modyish smile, that doesn't cease in the most adverse conditions. And then it said:
"Hey man, I see it clearly now. I was in there and my vision was blocked. I came out and realize the lightness of being detached. And what a lightness it is indeed, liberating exhilarating, and breaking me free of the arseholishhhh bond.When I was in, I always thought, I am this and I am that. Now I know, I am not this and I am not that. In fact, I am nothing and I am everything. I can be a crickety Mody now and I can be a Twittery Tharoory the next moment."
Saying so, it vanished in thin air, leaving me gasping for more of it. The wisdom of fart I mean.
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