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, April 3, 2014
ceremonial....
What a finding? These two days I have the luxury of making my search more distinctive. The blurs are turning into its true shape, form, and colors. The degree of reflections a person experienced in thinking, would shape his future thoughts in knowledge, actions, and decisions. As such for those who are not reflective, their behavior are well based on the difficulties in being just ceremonial. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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