The name is meeral resourceful model, this time in my hands to glow.
They say we are the pillars of our nation.
Lost nearly all our hopes and started doing something, which we are not born for. we people do anything to make money, we stop to dream when money comes into the play. Our steam is big, no its BIG, only in movies and dramas people follow their dream and became successfull. When it comes to love earth very few making their dream real.
I too dream everyday, my dreams are jus washin away
Still we are fighting within ourselves to come up in love, no matter what we do. Living in the world where we are meant to be a puppet of this society. Someday the true cry will come out, you cannot feed that cry with your money. It will breakout loud enough to make the future so called pillar’s dream come true.
Still dreaming, like APJ and SWAMY said.
Her husband chewed thoughtfully as he pored over the evening paper.
She wanted to tell him that she was lonely. That she was overwhelmed. She wanted to tell him that she missed being in love.
His eyes met hers briefly across the table.
She said, “Can you pass the salt?”
For the Weekly Writing Challenge.