Our love for our nests pulls us back, every time we soar high in the blue sky. The strong wings, which we build ourselves, also urge us to fly in the inviting skies, when we're resting in our lovely nests. Thus we continue to suffer, caught between the two alternating worlds.
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Author: Deodatta V. Shenai-Khatkhate