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.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
live on...
I have had my pasts...Do I missed something? But it does not lack direction. In the beginning it seems clumsy and turmoil of a naked mind and kind. But soon it develops into a well dressed and well packaged self moving towards something. And till now it seems that little bits and pieces are up to something purposeful and useful. Thinking through of what has happened yesterday, I did see something different that sets me apart from the rest. I have mine. It is me. Allahuakbar.
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