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.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
old stories getting older...
Old stories are getting older and nothing is of fresh start. So what do we gain? Wallahualam. Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa. Allahuakbar.
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