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.
Friday, March 18, 2016
a tall tree..
Tall big trees has always been admired for variety of reasons. But one simple thought that has been passed over for centuries is that tall and big trees help and protecting. But when those trees are cut and make way for the so-called progress, then disasters start coming one after the other. When would it stops? When consciousness of what is old is appreciated, aided, protected. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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