" Scare of the words l miss need to use in expressing what's inside .I felt the pain each time the bridge and places broken and things that come into my mind . Trying to get over by feeling the present time.Holding my child hand ,caress it and realized that now l'm not alone .The old place _ at least in my mind has an aura to keep all the memories buried by time.Are those really mine ? Who am l ..and is it connected to who was l ? If only l can walk into the house, sitting on the chair, open the refrigerator, listen to the music l used to play,then touching his shirt and talk to him.The loving elderly man who now in the grave ,the same man in the picture,who had ever laughed and once cried on my lap ? How l wish the miracle happen _l know it won't,ever .If only l could say nice words but would l stand it while l know that will be the last thing l say to him ? And will l confess that l miss the time since now l am in real bad condition? Surely ones can love who had died as the o

"Good night," he said softly to the night watchman who was sitting at the guardhouse. He was just about to answer when a flashlight dazzled his eyes.Before he opened his eyes ,the man in black coat had dissapeared.He rubbed his eyes . Nobody around.It's past midnight.He hurriedly went home with confusion,even till he reached his home. Rudolfo light the cigar but did not smoke it .His coffee cup was already empty,some spilled on the book pages . Incidentally he looked at the spilling lines of the coffee.Then he took out a pen to follow the lines .He watched it with fast heart beats.It seemed a guidance on what he had been searching these times.Yes,it's a picture.He used the torch and a magnifying glass on it .He thought hard and it can be seen on her forehead.T h i s 's a drawing of a road.He widen his eyes. A picture of the bloody end knife . Under that a figure of someone.A body of a young man sitting weakly , holding his chest .He was dying.The room where he was scatter

Digging up the past ..does one search for treasure or grave ? And whose corpse? Your own ? Unhappy people recall the past and talk about it repetitively , realize it or not.What a wasting time and anyone heard that must be getting bored with it ...not for the therapist or consultant of course." You're not happy ." Zepp said after saying " You keep on talking about the past " And with a half look of observation and understanding he said so .Nerida sighed and smiled faintly.What a deep look he gave when he said it .He obviously wanted to know what kind of personality of the woman who now sat in front of him . Digging up one's past is part of trying to get knowing better . Want to begin from where? little praises, banality,or picking a topic . That's approach .lts all in attractiveness .That gravitational theory or magneticsm .A face that resembles a famous person,deep and soft voice ,polite and warm words , that's what Nerida saw at first time she knew him .That's what she ador

"India believe in reincarnation,right ,Mr Girraldy?'' asked Rissy .He nodded ,then asked,"Why ? " Shyly Rissy told him that he wrote a fiction about it ." Short story ?" " Yes ,sir, I wrote a summery for a book .could you examine it please?"" Sure ..let me check it later for the grammar but l will read it in an hour . You can go now ,Rissy " " Allright sir ..bye " She disappeared in a minute .Leaving him in silence. Vanjiswara Missing SonOnce upon a time, there lived a couple named Vanjiswara and his wife Devi Andinavaya .They were childless even they married since many years ago.They really wished to have a baby.Night and day they prayed in the temple,begging gods to bless them with a child . On one fine day, Vanjiswara went to Drivadagasta ,the jungle for hunting near to Himalaya Mountain.He was leaving Devi with sweet and strange smile , and he whispered some soft words in her ears." I am coming soon . Don't forget to pray for my safety and our hope to have s

Terra got some messages from Meridian but still she could not get rid of her thought about death and afterlife matter..and what was it in the grave look like ? All the shadows seemed flashed into her back of her brain but in her subconscious it was Dakosta who most often came .. a sudden death a few months ago.lt's always odd to see such thing."Mystery is such an endless beauty , isn't it ? " Once Meridian told her so .Now she called her invisible friend to have a talk .She called him Bossa . Having a talk with him always sensational and enjoyable as it's so informative.The language and explanation details he uses always solemn and beautiful,sometimes humorous if Terra ' s mood is in that way.Never ever she has conversation with anyone that way ..As it's nothing of his ego involved.Except if Terra asked him about the realms itself.Bossa never question her anything.He is passive and only talks when Terra asked him .He was energy itself that's why he was enthusiastic in every way an