A new friend of mine, suggested me this. I was feeling low and ready to burst into tears. He said that I should take a pen and begin daubing into the piece of paper. He said that I shouldn’t stop, not till I had begun crying till I could no more. He was right. I cried. Very little from what I ought. I’m here, doing this. And all the other people, might have probably forgotten me, living and enjoying their life. Also, you should check this out Beirut . It’s way too soothing.
Now I’m going to bed. A very long and hard day awaits me.