could hear the pray..
sky and paddy fields..
the stormy raining...
and me..
i am in the center of these busy talks among them..
and love sits quite with me..
and you are not the same person anymore.. we have added love and emotions.. these simple and silly celebrations we have.. our coffee and breakfasts.. our hugs and warm embraces.. you and i, we are never be the same...
"No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” ― Nelson Mandela , Long Walk to Freedom
for thousand stories and hundreds of my point of views. the reasons and explanations..thoughts and ideas who am I keep thinking the life for thousand stories to be created who am I finding reasons for not feeling me sky and me..arent we the same? I forget that we have promised to be light enough to be with
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