A new year. A new time.
If only stories changed with time. They don't. If only you could crush those dried leaves and throw them away, assuming them to be something that they are not. It's not that easy.
Else, life could have been simpler. Sense and sensibility would hold for me too. Nevertheless, I hope. I pray. I wait.
As always...
A new time indeed.
2 comments:
UPDATE!!!
hmmm....times are changing indeed.. and very rapid is this change...i knew u wud acknowledge it..i am glad u did!
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