Sounds of the ocean waves escape exigencies
Colours of the sunset delude harsh reality
Longing for quietude she seeks forgiveness
Inside the house of Allah
She solitary sits in the midst of blessings
Colours of the sunset delude harsh reality
Longing for quietude she seeks forgiveness
Inside the house of Allah
She solitary sits in the midst of blessings
Although the last time I wrote was recent, kak’s birthday to be precise, it has been centuries since I last put my thoughts in sentences. And seeing that I have changed the blog template perhaps will bud constant updates. I was browsing through my old posts, and realised how much I miss writing. I miss the anxiety I felt every time my fingers touch the keyboard. I long for the enthusiasm to share with you parts of me. I got the jitters whenever I see comments posted by readers. But these do not compete with the satisfaction I had for being able to touch some hearts.
So here I am, writing, hoping to be back on track. Oh, goodness. I have been awfully busy with assignments, quizzes, tests, etc. The road being seldom breezed is seemingly harder than the road joyfully strolled. Varsity life means having everyday pretty occupied. I find myself attending lectures or burying my head into the textbook at nights preparing for tests and quizzes. It is nothing alien seeing people next to me are doing the same thing. Perhaps how we live our wildest dreams differ.