Kya aap inko jante hai?
'Cities are ugly. Everyday I walk through a bleak, greyish mish-mash of hutments, skyscrapers, garbage, smog and xenophobia. We worship the twin gods of desperation and insecurity. It is strange why so few people commit suicide each day.'
'How callous! Cities are beautiful. Haven't you noticed how every freshly scrubbed and powdered day is buoyed up by a tiny cloud of hope? And how nightfall is greeted by a million soft prayers for a better life? After all, that is the beauty. The belief that tomorrow will be another story.'
'How callous! Cities are beautiful. Haven't you noticed how every freshly scrubbed and powdered day is buoyed up by a tiny cloud of hope? And how nightfall is greeted by a million soft prayers for a better life? After all, that is the beauty. The belief that tomorrow will be another story.'
posted by Ambika Sam | 17:45
2 Comments:
Tomorrow does not exist. All we ever have is Now. But sleep is important.
Sleep means dreams. Dreams mean interdimensional travel. Interdimensional travel means the power to be free.
Absolutely great "...that 2moro will be another story"
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