My OperaSome scattered thoughts of Deep:
Monday, January 8, 2007 4:44:25 PM
I don’t know who brought me into this world, neither do I know what is the world.
Nor, do I know myself; most of the time I am confused about everything; I have no idea what my body looks like, my senses, my soul and those parts of me that think what I say, those reflections.....
I see this terrible species of this universe that enclosed me and I find myself attached to a corner of this vast universe expanded without my knowing why I am placed in this corner and not somewhere else. Neither have I known why I was given the time I have to live and not the time till eternity.
I now only see the infinities in the past.
(..(0)0((0)) BHALOBASHA
JosephMeenaBhalobasha # Monday, January 8, 2007 5:06:58 PM
We make the world today and we undo it.
Our Journey is what we make it. Every step of the way, we can choose it, if we think we really can.
650,000 hours is what we live on average if everthing goes 'well'. Time is what We all want...most of the time. But I want you more than I want time. So I need time because I want and need you.
Your Jan.
JosephMeenaBhalobasha # Monday, January 8, 2007 5:14:02 PM
ohho i read a message came from a friend of yours!
Love you
JosephMeenaBhalobasha # Monday, January 8, 2007 5:36:25 PM
Ha, ami tomake bhalobashi.
JosephMeenaBhalobasha # Monday, January 8, 2007 6:06:33 PM
JosephMeenaBhalobasha # Monday, January 8, 2007 6:42:14 PM
Ami tomar shathe thakte chai.
I miss you too.