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 23, 2013
underwear...
It was not like before. When all is in the steady stream of rewards and punishment, status and role, power and coercion, love and romance, a word and a chance of meeting someone is likened to a meeting with an `enemy combatant'. Not any more. Everything is just like an underwear, despite it looks good and of quality, but it carries a different meaning of purpose and intention altogether. It is an encounter of a different kind. What matters is that it gives an inner peace of mind.They might not understand it but I do. Allahuakbar.
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