<p>I believe fiercely in humour. Life as it were, has enough spells of sadness and a thousand situations of grief. </p><p><br></p><p>But you see, humour is to life what the sun is to a cloudy day; what a bottle of cold water is to the throat of a sweaty athlete. </p><p><br></p><p>Humour? It makes light, the heavy weights life burdens us with. And without it? This life of ours in its entirety would be such a bore, and our existence would be completely wrapped in grief's shroud.</p><p><br></p><p>But thanks to humour, laughter keeps finding its way back to faces that once cried. And sadness? Expelled, time and time again, by the incursion of a smile.</p>
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