Past events reel before me, often placing a smile on my face. Time and again some memories surface from the cranial depths and become the part of my present, creating an even more wonderful and cherishing new memory. Living life to me is like seeing a good movie in an old cine theater, laughing, crying and letting all my emotions fly into the hall's quarter darkness, unintentionally memorizing the best scenes and dialogues and now and then looking back at the projector room with curiosity, wondering "How the hell does that thing works". It feels good when I can see life through this window of simplicity, lighted up by the carbon rods, tracing the celluloid's and traveling towards the stretched white in front. All along the way, bending around tiny million dusts and thus tracing its way in hope that someone would notice its struggle to the big screen before judging the movie alone.
"My life is what all I have in the end,
if I wish to share or resent,
none may bother to listen a cent,
but in hope that some might bend,
lets share something that may descent,
Anyway, it feels good in the end"