Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Sensing the past...
Know what I mean? Just walking through where we have been in the past, feel it, smell it. Many would say that the past is hard to remember. If you were to use the word remember then the past is difficult to recall in vivid terms as the way it has happened. It put stress to the brain if we were to remember something. These few days I am experimenting with the term sensing the past and surprisingly I could recall the five senses that was attached to the event that I have gone through in the past like it just happen yesterday.
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