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, February 9, 2014
Feel I am tied to the toe. Why should my life being dictated by those whose commitment is not 100 percent? Life has always been a dream. A day starts with a dream and it ends in the night with a dream. So what is left? What has never been a dream. Allahuakbar.