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, March 5, 2015
death is not that difficult...
Death can be such a big item to all cultures. Just look around you, is death that difficult? Your father has died and it is almost 4 years now. Just make a recall of some of your friends. Some died very young. Some died when they are already in their middle age. And some would go into an age where mind stops functioning. I am already 67 years and going to 68. But I still write what I think should be written. What about the relevancy of what I write to those who happen to come across it and make it a point to read it? And today my age speaks my thought on my worldly position. Am I somewhere or nowhere? Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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