He is an avid reader.
Novels then, old chats now. 😐
When you said your last goodbye,
I died a little bit inside..
I lay in tears in bed all night,
Alone without you by my side.. ❤
So, my friend shared the song link and added that the song lyrics really bring some back flashes to him. To me, it is really a nice song and lyrically amazing. Hope the post finds you smiling.. 🙂
Listen to the music from the album, In a perfect world –
Kodaline – All I Want (Part 1) – YouTube
I had a dream, that you were mine.
I’ve had that dream a thousand times.. 🙂
It was the first time I saw her speaking with someone. She was on the other side of the library hall with one of my friend. They shared a laughter as I approach there, and it appeared like they enjoyed their moment. I greeted my friend and said “Hi” to the Miss. I realized that I will get late to catch the bus so I gave a quick hug to my friend and said goodbye to the Miss. 🙂
The next day, I was sitting on a couch in the corridor, waiting for my next class. There she came, walking in my direction. Her class was next to my class, so she sits and waits. “Hi” I greeted her. She said nothing. Maybe she didn’t hear it. I stood up and moved to my class as my professor entered the classroom. 🤓
I didn’t really know, “If she heard and ignored me, or didn’t she heard my salutation?” I asked myself. 🤔
The class got over. It was an interesting session, but I was very tired. Heading towards the bus station, I saw her walking to-and-fro the bus stop. “So she also takes the bus?” I asked myself. Maybe this time, she will hear my salutation. When I reached the bus stop, I said in a loud voice “Good Afternoon”. Now it was confirmed, I know she won’t reply. 😳
Two weeks later, I was in the Math center, helping junior students with their homework. She came, passed by, and sat down. Miss was really silent. I was able to notice she had a problem, she needed help, but she won’t call the Math tutor. Then she raises her hand and made a sign to call the tutor. Why can’t she just say “Excuse me, sir?” I asked myself. Here my friend came, she greeted me and I greet her back. 🙂
“Can you please help my friend?” my friend asks.
“Sure, I will.” I replied.
“Thanks, and please be patient with her; she is deaf.” 😐
#MerryChristmas 🎋 #HappyNewYear ❤
Sometimes He says He loves me..
Sometimes He says He does not..
Sometimes He says maybe..
And I don’t care anymore. (She Smiles) 🙂
Age, a number, a division or a calculated digits of how old are you in years, or months, or weeks, or days, or minutes, or even seconds. As per me I think age is just a Label which is attached to every human being.
What I am finding out is that, while age may be just be a number, it is also a label. It labels me as part of a group.
I’m a child. I’m a teenager. I’m an adolescent. I’m a young adult. I’m middle aged. I’m a senior citizen.
My age categorizes and classifies me as something. But is that really what I am? Is that all I am?
Okay, so based upon my age, I actually am a “Young Adult.” But what does that tell you about who I am? What I believe? How I’m supposed to behave?
Sometime you express your views in comments and your comment is so deep that the other person guesses that you must be experienced and old guy. And at times your comment is so funny that people think of you as a teenager with bared thoughts. But what you have expressed is a sudden reaction of what you feel for it, which you have put into words.
Its rightly said that some people are old at 18 and some are still young at 90.
Go and try to do what you really like, as age is nothing but just a number.. 🙂