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, May 14, 2011
writing my own flavor...
Yes.It has to be my own flavor and no one else. After all I am creating it and in large part it comes from my floppy and flippy feel. Hopping from one place of feel to another, and idiosyncrasies are all mine. So I am losing and risking nothing It has become my day, my life. And all those creates the road to all consciousness. Allah is Great.
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