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.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
A man who has been writing this has been very humble with his ability. Why? His world has never been a flat one. It runs steep and narrow. Nothing holds just swept down. On the top it is just me. So should there be worries after knowing where you are? Allahuakbar.