Some Times; By Santosh Bhatt
As for me, I have shed a few tears over the course of my life, searching for the boy I was. There aren’t that many people alive now who remember him, besides me, and that makes me a little sad. Like a lot of people, I sometimes ask myself the question posed by me, myself and I
“Well? How did I get here?”
Finding the answer, a sense of peace between past and future, is one measure of wholeness and well-being.
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