Many a times I feel I am becoming old and like every old many an emptiness engulfed me . But I know I am very much young at my mind. I get surprised why then such melancholy prevails. It is fact that you are not the controller of your surroundings . The natural tune of surroundings some times make me upset ! why can't I observe with a detached passion . Perhaps this is the most difficult task...... .
I wish my romantisism should not leave me till I last breathe..
Good night PPM.
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