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.
Monday, June 27, 2016
could be the next second...
All second counts. But what is in that particular second? Could be just a look. Could be just a touch. Could be a word. Why the word? Why the person? Just another display of another world. I am with my own world. Or rather in my own world, so to speak. All are designed and laid out for me. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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