Goblet of fire - the feeling, sitting inside the dark House, that is no more a Home. Being alone when you are down is not at all a hard thing. The hardest is being alone when you are happy. You laugh and look around to see nobody. The very next moment the laugh dies. I guess, I need to swallow this goblet of fire for a better wax mould. One thing the still keeps me going on is my ambition and aim. I know the supporting hands are less, but until the inner force keeps me alive, I am sure I will reach there.
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