In This Godforsaken City

The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity. ― Leo Tolstoy We live here. In this city. A Godforsaken one. We live in wooden houses, brick ones, painted building, muddy cottages. We live in owned mansions—we also…
The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity. ― Leo Tolstoy We live here. In this city. A Godforsaken one. We live in wooden houses, brick ones, painted building, muddy cottages. We live in owned mansions—we also…
He decided to write her…. Dear Sweets, I never thought the time we shared could be so little, yet your image is still vivid in my mind. Sometimes I tried to think all was a dream, thinking you’re a goddess…
We both lean on this terrain Throwing pebbles into this river, You said you are mine forever Both hot and cold no matter the weather. We both read Donne in this room, Danced to Nina tone in this room, Lay…
I heard father once said;Son, things will get better soon.Mother launches into fastingNothing is beyond prayer’s power’ She said. Days of unaccomplished dreams count years.Still, mother launches into prayer and sings the rhyme of hymns. Sons and daughtersdevelop an affinity…