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, November 4, 2016
Life has been that fair. Memories come in bits and pieces. Remembering and recalling has been short distance and only for a few seconds. No such thing as long memory and long remembering. A split second and you are with a memory, could be a sweet one or sour. Can you ask for more? Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.