"The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them."- Oliver Goldsmith
I have never been good at explaining how I feel.
Even though I believe I am one of the best when it comes to reading a mind, I am one of the worst to express myself through words.
Here is something I have wanted to post since eternity, but strangely never did.
These are Some scribbled bits I drew/clicked during the previous year.
Seeing them now, gives me a brief flashback about each.
Seeing them now, gives me a brief flashback about each.
I very clearly remember why I drew/clicked each of these, remembering my mood swings and the flow of my thoughts during that period.
Every picture has a story.
A story of love, a story of betrayal, a story of faith, belonging, crushes, stability and well, emotions.
Emotions I felt, but failed to convey.
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| Loneliness. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Sense of being. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Shy. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Torture |
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| Bewildered © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Random © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Need for acceptance. :( © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| If you are a joker, you are at the top of the world. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Patience. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Unsure. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Simplicity. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Is/was/is/was/is.. a friend. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Random. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Its complicated ;) © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Wanna Frandsip? ;) :D © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Waiting. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Explore. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| A little bit of everything. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| MOOD SWINGS. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Two hearts make a soul. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Bwahahahhaa.. |
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| Life's a mess. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| BALANCE © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Mirror Mirror on the wall. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Crush. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Chance. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
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| Ssshhhh.. © 2011 Karan Kapoor. |
Memories.
The beauty about them is that they come to you once they are gone.
And that's the ugliness about them too.
