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.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
A small world...
It is not a question of where but it is a question of when. Such a small world and a small time and a small people and a small individual. At first it appears to be by itself, himself, and herself. Does not matter dead or alive. Then it appears to be relative. Finally it becomes an absolute knowledge of something that appears off the hook but is not. So close yet so far. But soon you shall be touched again. When it is going to be away? Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa. Allahuakbar.
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