He lived in a perfect world, one without hurt and pain. However, felling happy was considered to be a crime there. One day he found a puppy on the kerb. He took it home and cared for it. Its antics made him happy. He laughed for the first time in his life. Then he died.
3 comments:
Mod kha ke bhi morta hai
Puppy paal ke bhi morta hai
Aadmi jeeta bhi kya jeeta hai
Bas marne ke liye jeeta hai.
Right you are!
I just wanted to say that I stumbled upon your blog randomly by googling 'Ganeshguri blast ghosts' (I was bored). I like your blog. But I see you haven't posted for a while and I hope you keep writing, even if not for blogs.
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A random 18 year old
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