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, March 29, 2016
Just me inside and outside...
Yes, if ever you see others, what would you see are all the outsides. All outsides are outsiders. And all outsiders would create a mental and physical mess. But if only you are more to the insides, then life would be just fine and heavenly. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.