When were young, dreaming is as addictive as smoking. You know in the end it kills you. But you give in to the urge. Its important to realize every thing we chase for is not going to be ours. Everything we conceive as our own will not remain that way. Everything and everybody comes with a duration and a cost. Hope is infectious. No matter how many miles you walk behind them it will make you walk a few more. But the irony is more miles you cover - the same distance youll have to come back alone. She asked, Then why do you write only about youth? I waited for a second before replying, May be Im still walking. Im afraid to come back all the way alone. I know it kills - but till the last breath I chose to forget how to live without a dream. Suman Bhattacharya, 2015
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 02:54:15 +0000
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