She used to write Him,
He used to read.
And this way two friends used to communicate.. 🙂
I had a dream, that you were mine.
I’ve had that dream a thousand times.. 🙂
Merry Christmas 🎋 & Happy New Year ❤
Sometime all we need is a new perspective.
After publishing 125 posts, and seeking 1000’s of kind notes from fellow bloggers.. The blog finally decided for a change that has been slightly hard to take. The change which the blog author was willing to make for long and finally took it. The blog has a new URL(web address).
Welcome to.. thebrokenspecs (https://thebrokenspecs.wordpress.com)
Do you know, pair of broken glasses left on US gallery floor was once mistaken for art. 😀
Why its named, “The Broken Specs“?
I was remembering one occasion when I fell asleep in bed with my glasses on. When I woke up I was lying on them and they were all flat. I tried to bend the temples back and broke both of them. Luckily, I could see with an old pair of glasses that were still stronger than the prescription that I needed at the time. But I was very sad because I liked the broken glasses a lot and they couldn’t be repaired. 😐
It is important to hold Love & Trust with a lot of care, don’t let it down, because once broken they cannot be repaired. 😔
Hope you enjoy reading the blog.. 🙂
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“The Rocket may be above us,
but they have forgotten that
Allah is above them” 😥
~ A Palestinian Child.
We don’t need to be a Muslim to stand up for Gaza, we just need to be Human. #BeKind #Dua #PrayforGaza
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 ❤
So, during the transit today, I heard a song blasting out of the earphones of a girl(with a thoughtful smile) standing at a stretch away. With a feeling that I have heard the song before, I quickly searched and found that the song is named “Open Book” and is from an album called TV Dinners of Mikey McCleary. I first heard this song during a TV add-break. I remember the song was used in a Mobile Network advertisement which impart ‘Moments of life are made for sharing’.
The add shows how life changes for a girl after the breakup. The video is short, just 00:46 seconds long. I hope you’ll like it. ❤
The lyric are as,
I guess my life’s an open book
Anyone can take a look
No secrets here, to hide
This is just me
Holidays that come and go
Feelings change, people grow
And all I know is
I like being free
Da, Da, Da
I’ll be fine
This is me now
But I could change