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everyone is a storehouse. a storehouse of ambitions. of frustrations and depressions. they wear a different garb. some sport a tattoo, some a beard, some an undetectable expression. they essay a variation in their sense of humour, and sense of panic. in the loudness of their speech. or in the silence of their protest. in the exhibit of their mood swings, and in the withholding of their feelings. in the amount of attention they attract, or try hard not to. in the experiences they have lived. each has a story. which they are hiding from the other. from the world. because, the moment you tell your story, you are out in the open. naked. putting yourself on a dais to be scrutinised. to be post mortemed. and it is so much easier to post mortem others rather than allow others to post mortem me.