and so i'm on the road again.....the journey continues from here...the road is a little different one. its not a desert after all, this time...its shady.....with sunshine getting seived through the half dried leaves...
...i see a flower sometimes.....there is a brook on one side....don't feel like running anymore...i'm taking my own time, not walking on any set line...
its a beautiful way...leads me to home...what a beautiful way...i can walk here all my life just knowing where does it lead me ...
to you....
...there was a time when words were like toys.. one would play with them, enjoy them, look at them with huge eyes and smile at the thought of the infinite ways that these words could be played with to create so many things, thoughts, stories.. everything. and during those times, you did exactly that... it was no less real, no less true, than the thoughts and words of today... it was different! living that life again.. with a little difference!
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read thru all...i wont talk abt the writing...coz thts like baseline ploy...u do write well...no grt deal mentioning that...
i liked the poderous lost n found thinking that came thru...
...life is a very simple road...its the tunnels of our minds which make it difficult to see the road as it is
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