Memories

Last night I was having a cup of coffee outside, sitting
alone with few papers scattered on front of me on the table. I asked the guy
inside the café if I can get his pen so I can write these thoughts. Yes even if
we are now in the computer world and Internet; I still love to hold the pen
touch the paper to write my thoughts even after 20 years I still doing this, because
sometimes we get used to do something in old fashion not because the resist of
change but because it holds inside it lots of memories that remind us with
moments that we hoped it will be endless…

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