Friday, July 21, 2006

the place does something to you for a very long run..its like ,im cured of all bullshit that waits for me in the city.what do i tell u more obut the place ...u already felt it...n maybe still do in ur veins.
like i was tellin a friend memory seems such a blessing coz it carries the chants n the flutter of the flags with it.....u know the flutter of flags felt like the hearbeat of the whole world made audible by the wind.
the vastness of the earth ,the sky n of ones own mind like kafka might have said "is the death of me".i lost myself there n i found myself there too.

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