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Friday, 14 November 2014
MY LIFE MY WORLD: More I sit alone, the more I miss my home
MY LIFE MY WORLD: More I sit alone, the more I miss my home: The most beautiful place where we reside and a wonderful world where I spend our childhood days is my home. I have lots of happy moments t...
More I sit alone, the more I miss my home
The most beautiful place where we reside and a wonderful
world where I spend our childhood days is my home. I have lots of happy moments to cherish, as a part
of growing up to experience the glory of the larger world. I cherished my home
ever since I was born. Even food taste better when you eat it with your family.
Today I really miss my home.
I get sick when I am away from home. I dread the
thought of hostel stay. I wonder how my friends live in hostels. The only life
that lives in my soul could find livelier is when I am home with my families.
So I am a forlorn person; I find peace and rest only at home.
Sometimes living away from my families really drives
me through sadness, and feels like I am the only person living for a thousand
of years all alone in the corner. This is the time when I really miss my
parents. This feeling in me grows more every after a second, which makes me
even more to think of my parents. Living away from home for the first lime is
the only greatest challenge that I have ever faced after my birth. This is even
the worst time that I had until today.
Every day I count the days: this makes me feel little
easy to live and when the month ends, it is the happiest moment even for a
while.
Friday, 7 November 2014
happy smile.
I was very happy when you smiled at me,
A smile that melted
everything away.
Spring is far away,
and within the cold ground,
I waited the time when
sprouts would put forth their buds.
Even supposing today
there may have been some pain,
And though the scares
of yesterday remain,
You can go on living
as much as your heart wants to believe.
You cannot be born
again, although,
You can go on changing
yourself, and so
Let’s stay together,
always.
(Source: fruit basket.
)
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