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, March 23, 2014
wonder how I can write..
Well, it started long time ago. I have written something like this: born with a pen in my hand and words in mouth. Just kidding. Maybe I am not. Actually my mind, my thought, my thinking is narrative in nature. It just speaks, it just pre-write mentally, and I just have to do the listening and then the writing. And before I know it, something has been written. Is that beautiful? How easy. As easy as ABC and as easy as 1 + 1 = 2. Well, today is Sunday. Just take things easy. Allahuakbar.
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