What kind of design is this?
Reminds me of a kamalhassan movie where a dying small boy requires a rare group of blood to survive. He gets it, but dies enroute hospital. The boy got what he wanted to survive, but still he couldn't make it. What a stupid design is this. People are tested with responsibilities in the world. Why are they denied with the people they love, when they are in need? why are they denied things they deserve? why is it that it is always the longer way, the way of things?
Friends are not just only to enjoy and have fun, but to be there in times when you need some people in life very badly. Now why can't this design even allow such interests and needs? What kind of design is this?
A very brief period of time, very few people to meet, very few places to see, very few moments to cherish, very few moments to remember.. well this life ain't nine fathoms deep, atleast for people who actually see things. Still some people really amaze me with the way they derive satisfaction out of life. Its not money or people who we run after, but something more. Something really more that actually completes a maze that has so far proved nothing less than deriving the 4 dimentional equation for a space time warp.
Nonethless its quite difficult to understand certain things like circumstances, fate, destiny etc., just being a careless and unobserving guy having no big things in life. Well i am not even sure if this how things actually work out or the machinery is designed this way.
Looking at the bright side and what my grandma often says, only the best are tested and moulded. Because there are some extrordinary people whom i have always admired, have always had their share of this great design.
My best friend today lost an important person in her life when she actually needed and she actually did not deserve it.
I am still trying to understand this wonderful design of yours my dear ____. From the end of an unending cave, looking out through the glint of light. Hope.
What kind of design is this?
With Pain,
Just another creation of yours.
Reminds me of a kamalhassan movie where a dying small boy requires a rare group of blood to survive. He gets it, but dies enroute hospital. The boy got what he wanted to survive, but still he couldn't make it. What a stupid design is this. People are tested with responsibilities in the world. Why are they denied with the people they love, when they are in need? why are they denied things they deserve? why is it that it is always the longer way, the way of things?
Friends are not just only to enjoy and have fun, but to be there in times when you need some people in life very badly. Now why can't this design even allow such interests and needs? What kind of design is this?
A very brief period of time, very few people to meet, very few places to see, very few moments to cherish, very few moments to remember.. well this life ain't nine fathoms deep, atleast for people who actually see things. Still some people really amaze me with the way they derive satisfaction out of life. Its not money or people who we run after, but something more. Something really more that actually completes a maze that has so far proved nothing less than deriving the 4 dimentional equation for a space time warp.
Nonethless its quite difficult to understand certain things like circumstances, fate, destiny etc., just being a careless and unobserving guy having no big things in life. Well i am not even sure if this how things actually work out or the machinery is designed this way.
Looking at the bright side and what my grandma often says, only the best are tested and moulded. Because there are some extrordinary people whom i have always admired, have always had their share of this great design.
My best friend today lost an important person in her life when she actually needed and she actually did not deserve it.
I am still trying to understand this wonderful design of yours my dear ____. From the end of an unending cave, looking out through the glint of light. Hope.
What kind of design is this?
With Pain,
Just another creation of yours.
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