I have carried it for a long time, the most precious thing I owned. I spoke it rarely, that it would not become tainted by my surroundings. I kept it buried deep inside, and when I had nothing else to cling to, with a single whisper in dark, I would name somebody, careful not to be heard, and in doing so, something of him would be restored to me, and something of myself would be saved. At last but not least I hope my last breath is a shy of relief!
Monday, September 1, 2014
The first blogging.... like the first time walk!!! I am a toddler in this way now. But I hope I will get the enough maturity within a few weeks. But the first time experience is always special......
so which kind of things you are going to post?
ReplyDeleteNow I will post on the upcoming greatest event... Durga puja.
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