Yesterday I was scared, more than my helplessness I was scared that I will go on continue living and some day I'll move on. If something happens tomorrow, God forbid, then I have no choice but to make a cry and after sometime dust off and stand up ( may not literally or happily dust-off but sure to get away from lamenting over loss). And memories of old times fade off. Sometimes they drench you like unexpected rain in summer but never again you remember any spring time by yourself.
P.S0: Alexei (In Gambler by Dostoevsky) said, "It is like a drowning man catching at a straw. You yourself will agree that, unless he were drowning he would not mistake a straw for the trunk of a tree."
P.S1: Things today were more agreeable that I thought, or may be I thought too much. I couldn't feel any better. I am almost happy.
P.S0: Alexei (In Gambler by Dostoevsky) said, "It is like a drowning man catching at a straw. You yourself will agree that, unless he were drowning he would not mistake a straw for the trunk of a tree."
P.S1: Things today were more agreeable that I thought, or may be I thought too much. I couldn't feel any better. I am almost happy.
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