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, March 6, 2016
smallest to the biggest...
The nearest to the farthest...they talk in silence about decaying and destruction...sooner or later. You cannot hear it, you cannot see it. Only at times you can feel the pain.This is because either you are too far from the smallest or you are so near to the biggest. Hard times indeed for all. Hard times? Not at all. Allahuakbar.
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