Wednesday, December 21, 2011
One day I'll melt away. I'll be the girl with tired eyes; I will be the girl with sad eyes. I'll be the one who wasted her life holed up in this glass and steel mansion of nothingness and meaninglessness. I'll be like a million others who have swallowed their real selves and pursued shadows. Sometimes, I think. Sometimes I can't remember how to think. Sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was young once more...
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You know what you have to do. Have told you before also.
You can't be young again but you can make the most out of the time and energy you have before it all goes away.
:-)
i like the design of your blog. i realise it is a web template, but tui ar chhobi aankish na keno?
@ Raajii: I know, I know :)
@ Elendil: *sigh*
@ Bhooter Raja: Here I do not have the softwares required to paint. And I have not drawn on paper (except for doodles)for a very long time. Aakbo, soon. :)
Paradise hariyechhe, Samson kaandchhe, divorce hochhe, aar censorship niye nai ba bollam
:D
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