#52

Remembering Him all the time is a bit like me lying on my bed, watching out the window just now.

You marvel at twinkling stars in a pitch-black sky, heave a sigh at the passing shooting star (i swear, i did see one). Then suddenly you doze off.

And when you suddenly jerk back to reality (damn you annoying heat!) you struggle to see the stars again. It’s just a pitch-black sky that you see. You blink, you yawn, you adjust your glasses, you slip in and out of that alternate state of consciousness.

And you realize that the only way to see those pretty stars again is to believe they are there.

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2 Comments on “#52”

  1. Seshu says:

    This world is Maya.


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