let me start again what i really want to say is that we wont have the life of a static village were friends of your childhood stay with you , the place you once were will no longer be the same once you return for the lack of same people( even same people might change , especially if you never knew them in first place) and the change in the place itself. so you grow older the world you once knew might not be same. This cold reality makes one even similar to a vampire( they live awfully long and everything around them ages and dies out).
the old homes often flash in my head, when i wake up in the dark and my feet are supposed to move automatically they lead me wrong , specially i cant find switch boards and i have lost the orientation of walls. furniture is being used in different way and this confuses me .
Old people from my life, as i meet them on facebook, i remember what they said , sometimes i come across some girl and i remember this girl had told a story in assembly ( which i loved and always remember) . I see these scene flashing where i am talking to people i remember what people said where in school we were sitting .I remember why people had fights at which place , what 'gallis' people said etc. All this has nothing to do with present and some how we have it , we were in it but now what to do with it ?
when ever one writes, always end the text before one starts putting in thougths/arguments against what he was initial writing .There is therefore some sorta ceiling of logic that one must not break and go above it , For what ever is written can be easily countered by none other than one who wrote it.
the old homes often flash in my head, when i wake up in the dark and my feet are supposed to move automatically they lead me wrong , specially i cant find switch boards and i have lost the orientation of walls. furniture is being used in different way and this confuses me .
Old people from my life, as i meet them on facebook, i remember what they said , sometimes i come across some girl and i remember this girl had told a story in assembly ( which i loved and always remember) . I see these scene flashing where i am talking to people i remember what people said where in school we were sitting .I remember why people had fights at which place , what 'gallis' people said etc. All this has nothing to do with present and some how we have it , we were in it but now what to do with it ?
when ever one writes, always end the text before one starts putting in thougths/arguments against what he was initial writing .There is therefore some sorta ceiling of logic that one must not break and go above it , For what ever is written can be easily countered by none other than one who wrote it.
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