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, April 22, 2016
what a speech..audience: old friends..
What they all see are only shadows, and more still shadow of others. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.