Paagal Insaan October 3, 2003
Tags: melancholic
Tiny particles of dust...you never notice them. Lonely and forsaken. They appear to be so calm. Being thrown around by the wind, they look so weak, try breaking them apart and you’ll realize how strong they are. Where do they come from? Each one from a new place, each one with a new story to
tell.
They always pretend to be strong and confident, hug them tight and they’ll collapse into tears. Give them a quick glance, all of them will look alike. Try picking some up on your finger. So tiny; so insignificant. Give them a close look and you’ll see that one of them shines. Its me.
They always pretend to be strong and confident, hug them tight and they’ll collapse into tears. Give them a quick glance, all of them will look alike. Try picking some up on your finger. So tiny; so insignificant. Give them a close look and you’ll see that one of them shines. Its me.
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