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, December 1, 2013
Life is like a web of a spider. Despite the perceived entanglements in the beginning, with the passing of a day from another day to another day, all seems to be converging from and to a place. Allahuakbar.