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.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
What is left...
I have to ask, what is left of me? My younger days are over. I am left with some fortune. I think it is worth more than I thought earlier. I am rather fortunate in owning something tangible and intangible. That intangible is more than I can bargained for. See. This aspect of my ability is worth more than I can envisaged. After all nothing would be carried to the world hereafter except what you have intangibly gathered and earned. Allahuakbar.
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