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, August 2, 2010
Stop short...
One's life crosses another. A happy life process is then a dream. Things can fall apart even in the beginning the care is with the father and the mother. The baby is at their mercy before the individual is `thrown out' to the society to be taken care of. Make, break, or for sale? Life can be getting worse or it can become a dream comes true. Lots of power and lots of money does the good job and a process can have its completion. As with the rest, it is a stop short and cut short stories that can lead to a turmoil of untold pain and sufferings. Questions asked but the solutions can be a social, political, and economic burden. It leads to another process cycle, a short one and can be disastrous to many. And a question pops up, what does she or he wants from me? I can figure out the answer. But out of deep respect, it stops short of...
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