Buoyant life
The duckweed drifted restlessly against the tides of sea, tried so hard to find a peaceful place to park. It just couldn't get himself over to another side of the water. A beautiful fountain of pond.
My oversized shoes
“Sometimes I look back the work I have done, I will wonder why I have to do this? What was it in my mind that I had to use this method? What was I thinking at that particular time?” I said. “Then I would try to use some other approach if it works in the same case, but turn out my original idea was the best suit, so I guess what I thought that particular time must have covered this thought that I’m having now, it caters. I feel amazing sometimes.” “Then will you forget me someday, if that symptom hits you again?” She asked earnestly and out of curiosity. I gave it a deep thought, tried to apply it to some analogy and see if it works. “I don’t think so; it won’t be the same for human being. So far, it happens to things when I’m in work or maybe I should say I only realize it occurring when I’m working. ” I explained. “Memory of a person is not discreet, it’s like a continuously stream over time, like a flowing river, from a canal to a wider river. Shape of the fluid takes on form of rive
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