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.
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
The softening of thoughts and the harsh of thinking, the art of writing..Where goes the voice and the actions? Allahuakbar.