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.
Monday, June 14, 2010
The silent volcano...
It is there, big and majestic. It is deep in slumber. Dead or alive? Not in a hundred years when the anger strikes again and this time for the good of all. The volcano has been silent for decades. Despite that it cares and gives food to the poor and the needy. But why the sudden eruption? It erupts because it can contain no more ills manifested by the culture and the people. It has lost its patience. All this time it has been silent. But the silence is a manifestation of goodness and kindness of the surroundings. It is positive. After the eruption it is back to silence. And it is going to be the silent volcano until...
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