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.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
For what...?
Things seem to be running very fast. Don't have the energy to follow the events that seem only meant for the young. Don't really know whether they can wait for a moment till things get settled. They can? The beauty and the music seem to confirm that I am not that much behind. Or is it only a dream that can create a youthful feeling in the mind of the old? No. It can never be that way. But that music. Listen. That music does not belong to today's generation. It has already passed the time. And I am still here. For what?
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