@Moina59 6 September 2021 more from that month

Once upon a time, I used to keep retail joy in my pocket. I used to sit in the jam of the ghat, wash two cups of coffee and put them in a side bag. Two or four buds of dried roses were collected and left the house and touched the ceiling. I used to hang pictures on the wall for fear of losing my smile. Eat and care for discarded inhaler tissue paper or matches. Slowly the mountain rose from the pile of memories. You don't know the window If you want to manage the mountains inside your chest, you don't have to tell anyone. Nowadays I accumulate hatred. Disrespect over disrespect neglect over him thus another hill inside the chest. Bebak went away with an excuse to keep my memory. Let's see nowadays There are innumerable hills scattered around in that fearless man. I'm a flat girl They conquered the mountains I do not enjoy getting you. One by one from a distance When the pain came and pushed Silent Thaikka for a moment Laugh again. Is to laugh The stored joy is like laughter and tears So many people are suffering Rose teaches me to live alone with my brother .