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, June 2, 2013
the knowledge and the affliation...
They are the one who tend to walk on an undesirable plane of existence. Their faulty sense of affiliation restricts them from walking and going to premises where the poor and the unknown tend to trot. They skip the interaction when they sense an affiliation of a `rusty' kind. Thus no transaction takes place. Are they not in actual sense of the word being the enemy of the state and the nation? Despite being rich but poorer by the day. Allahuakbar.
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