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.
Friday, August 13, 2010
counting own numbers...
Be it good, bad, and evil, everybody is counting their numbers. Some called it planning. Others called it fate. I called it love at first sight. Others called it love at first smile. What about the first touch? All are in the counting and the calculation. The intelligent one does the calculation. And majority only do the counting. I do both plus an analysis of what has happened and what ought to happen. Counting + calculation + analysis. It adds up to what? Don't know. I might start doing the counting my own numbers again. It must lead to somewhere and something. Hope in good time, it is some kind of a true love...
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