It is only a journey between two breaths. Then, what is all this fuss about? Just keep loving everything you have...hold your loved ones close, keep reminding them and yourself, how much you love them and how lucky you are to have them in your life...you never know, when circumstance and people will change...nothing is more painful than remorse and regret...
simple stories of a collection of little lives... all woven into one larger story and lived each day at a time... the feeling of the cool breeze on my face, and the wind ruffling my unruly hair...the story of watching the sun set over a green hill, beside a dark lake...reflections of moments on a bench, with our fingers entwined into each other's...the feeling of a lump in my throat as my children hold on to my hand on a rough patch on the road...or... of falling in love...all over again...
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
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Loneliness Celebrated
The lonely day is now my friend a lonely sigh, gasping for sound a lonely tear to cool my face as the wheels of time, come a round. ...
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Human mind, it's mysteries, it's idiosyncrasies and human relationships has always intrigued me. Has always come up in my thoughts,...
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মধ্যবয়স্কা ' হোম মেকার '... স্বচ্ছল... স্বামীর রোজগার মন্দ না ...বাড়িতে খান কয়েক কাজের লোক... সুতরাং কাজকর্ম খুব একটা করতে হয়না । ছ...
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Do we ever wonder, why we keep craving to go back to our childhood? Because of the simple way of life, the innocence, the ability to trust...
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