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.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
time track..managing the numbers..
Up for grab. Do I know the actual location of time in terms of my time track? All words, actions, and decisions seem to indicate the righteousness of what? No thoughts mean no writing. But no such thing as messy and clumsy. Still clear and focused despite the turbulence outside. Still can feel the sensibilities of actions and decisions. Still having the sense of moving and going. What about aging? Certain actions and decisions of others are indications of indignant and certainties. Numbers that matters. That sets the routine. Against that background I find the location of time in terms of my time track. Have I? Allahuakbar.
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