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.
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Water moves to find its own level. A person moves towards its own dynamism, real and fantasy. Until a true dynamism has not been found, felt, and seen, he keeps on moving. Till when? Anyway, it would stop somewhere. When? Wallahualam. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa ke Atas Segalanya. Allahuakbar.