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 8, 2015
prelude to death..
I am writing about death. And this time it is about prelude to death. Just recalling those days when my father got sick and the rest is a dying process. Life tend to be isolated and remembering is no longer the luxury of his life. There are a lot of indications when life tends to lonely and alone in certain endeavor. Appreciation has not become some sort of a taboo compared to those days when it does matters. Is it good or is is it bad? An acceptable prelude or anything for that matter? Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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