The way you told me about that incident yesterday, the way your eyes rolled and way you paused as if it was actually happening in that time line, I saw it all, I saw the agony, the dejected feeling and the realization in your eyes that this wasn't your home.
Hats off to you, k, I salute you.
You live with it everyday and yet not show it to anyone.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I could see it through your eyes.
Posted by Hamza Farooq at 10:43 PM
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