Perspectives on ideas and the wild
"What the hell Kabir! " I burst out in anger. "I thought you knew the way. It's been an hour since we are driving around this forested road. Do you really know the way to that pork place?" I questioned. "Dude, it's near a tribal Bodo village. But it's somewhere nearby for sure. I remember …
There is a pain within, Don't know if I should sink in it, Or swim across it. This thought, this feeling, so unusual. This thought that muddles my peace. This pain, from a source of pleasance. This pain, that I hate; yet love its cause and reason.
You had to leave, I know. But I had things to tell, you don't know, songs to sing, love to confess and desires to express. I will, when we meet again. The road trip we wanted; always. Camp under a moonlit sky, catch fireflies in the wild, dreams and moments to relive together. …
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