We are running out of our life,And ironically says what we do is, To live peacefully,But who are we and what is life? We are our hearts.We are our wishes.
I feel a sudden urge of affection towards him, maybe I love him too. Yes, I definitely do now. It’s him. Henn. I race across the wide, barren opening to my brother and two others behind him.
The wedding was soon, and filled with amaze, The ton couldn’t believe it, they were in a daze. They were in daze, as to what had come to pass, They still waited for the news, that this was all farce,
She might cry a bit and it would be over, She will make her see their own messages to make sure she does not miss anything. But he who disappeared and does not answer.
The assurance that the girl he loved was just in the adjacent room, elegantly sleeping and that he was just so close to her and that he was refraining from meeting her by his own will gave him confidence.
Within minutes, the awaited young beauty, without face cover, came with a plate of Bengali sweets. She is very beautiful and I feel like my heart stopped beating when I saw her.
Perhaps a faced ‘fakebook’ has the deepest trust to win one’s heart and rename ‘Facebook’ while scrolling down the friends list down the social network.
Nowadays I am not like choice because of its make too more difficult to my life. “If no choice in life, it’s beautiful ” but what happens I have more choice and choice correctly wrong one.
We should share our thoughts with someone we trust because if we don’t then that thoughts are even capable enough to destroy us someday.
Where do we come from ? why are we here? where do we go when we die? living an undeciphered life based on an encrypted existence of time and space.