Ahan….fourth attempt God this works …no matter how much do I try writing something big everytime I get fumbled up and stop writing in the middle thinking whatever I am writing is stupid .This occurred to me many times . As I was going through my old achieves I got surprised by the fact that why did I stop writing at that place . I noted down that I could’ve finished around 7 novels . All were related to the stuffs which were going through me that time .
Here are some of the best dialogues in those stories
“ Promise me that you’ll always love me the way you love me now “
“ It might be a little less but still it came as a bless “
“ There’s a God up in the sky , judging about those ppl who forced you to cry , never give up never lie , coz trust is the only thing which hold us tight , you were , you are and you will always be one of my best friends , supporting me from the day we first met “
“ Love is something which never dies coz it is taught by Jesus Christ “
Quite surprisingly I didn’t find any similarity of myself with the time when I wrote those novels , apart from the fact that I was also insane back then ..lol
“ Why am I writing this passage ? I don’t know . Perhaps I wanna make sure my proficiency in English doesn’t get rust on it . I think it did . Coz I used to write better than now 3 years ago . Actually practice makes perfect I was out of practice for a long time . May be that’s why my quality of writing detoriated
As I skimmed through the pages It clearly showed all I used to write was mainly about pain and all that . Disappointments were all over there . But through my own determination I managed to get pass all the tough challenges I had in life
I am standing up at the edge of the roof and crying out loud “ Yes I am still alive “ . I have no regrets whatsoever .
I remember one of my batch mate telling me that everyone hates me and all that , none can tolerate me , people are looking for excuses to beat the shit out of me . I just laughed , although I know he’s part right , people do hate me and all that but not everyone .
Over here in bd we’re being taught to be silent when we’re witnessing a crime . But who can stop me ? I didn’t . Once I saw some of the bullies we’re beating up a rather weak fellow for their own amusement . I was the only one in the crowd to rush for help . Even if I got beaten up by them I had no regrets , the guy I helped even that person didn’t show his gratitude towards me . But I didn’t care about it . I did what my heart told me to do that moment .
That’s some part of me which are still active. Lets see what’s tomorrow gonna bring for me ……
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