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, February 3, 2016
when life is death...
Many fear the very sound of the word death. A five letter word but so long a time to face it. Wonder what secrets of oneself when it is time to die. Say the word and all problems seem to be neutralised. It is not a lonely word. It is a word that gives strength to face the world full of lifeless life. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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