Monday, June 9, 2008
On home away from home
Not its brick and mortar nor steel and glass or wood, I have a great place to write about Yes, my home where I planted a soul, cultured my heart among its people down the years I couldn’t forget, where I kept my memories in a chest I felt secure-- the key to make me belong there, where I wish to go...
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It can't be worse than this...
I was alone on that deserted road. Darkness engulfed me like my brooding thoughts. Tomorrow loomed large like a big question. Plans for the day went wrong. Yes, I couldn't find the right job. Nothing worked my way. I cremated my father only two days ago. All the kith and kin were there. They praised...
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