The story said that the heavens cry with you when a loved soul departs this world.
Nice story.
"Right, then hardly any African or for that matter Indian souls were ever loved! Bloody the countries live in continuous state of droughts."
I take back my words.
The 13th day of mourning my Morrie. The day the soul departs the realms of this world and enters heaven. The day you say your final goodbyes...
... it rained!
Of Things I Am...
- The Solitary Dreamer
- I try persistently (to be open to new experiences, radical ideas and such), to see myself evolve. I wonder, I ponder, and afterall, I still leave things where I know I shouldn't! My life was summed up quite well by Kathleen Kelly in 'You've Got Mail', "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void."
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