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, April 2, 2013
Not that many...
I don't really have that many sides to many things now. The days are getting brighter by the minute. It moves faster than usual. The steps are getting shorter and I can't afford to stop at places I want to. The time are getting shorter by the length. I must say it because chances of saying it might just not be there anymore. Even the words are getting shorter and crisp to the meaning. No more double in its contents and context. The double has turned to one now. They might hate it but I love it. The sight, memory, and thoughts are so much focused to the scope that needs to be covered. Life is no longer a mess. Have been tidied and cleaned up? Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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