The Last of the Letters…
The Last of the Letters … a fiction for Blog-a-Ton 52.
I’ve got tired of this world. This letter is my last one.
This world has its faults. I’ve accepted that and lived with it for long…
I live in words
The Last of the Letters … a fiction for Blog-a-Ton 52.
I’ve got tired of this world. This letter is my last one.
This world has its faults. I’ve accepted that and lived with it for long…
Thankfulness seems to be the theme of this year. It feels nice to note the things I appreciate, and am grateful for, and return to it when I’m feeling low perhaps.
A particular day is not needed for being compassionate. But nowadays, the world feels so eager to look for war, that the voice of kindness seems overthrown, it seems forgotten. I don’t even mean our voices, even the voice of the written word feels drowned. Maybe a thousand voices shouting can make the #1000VoicesForCompassion drown out the one shouting for the opposite. I’m happy to be one such voice.