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, March 2, 2013
I see and sense the one...
All this time I am somewhat living in a world of many dreams and dimensions. A picture is a story of many pictures and stories. So are faces of students with full of make-up stories of happiness that comes wholly from my side of thoughts reflects by the cracking of my jokes. Now I am seeing only one story that has to do with one life and one breath at a time, and one hope that is to make good of what is coming in tomorrow. Their faces reveal a true concern of pass and failure, poor and riches and everything that spells their true sincerity in the heart and soul. Allahuakbar.
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