WELL, I SUPPOSE THINGS DON'T GET WORSE THAN HANGING FROM A HELIUM BALLOON A MILE ABOVE SOME UNRECOGNIZED STATE. OF COURSE, MY GRIP COULD WEAKEN, OR I COULD GET SUCKED INTO A JET INTAKE. THAT'S ONE OF THE REMARKABLE THINGS ABOUT LIFE. IT'S NEVER SO BAD THAT IT CAN'T GET WORSE. - Bill Waterson

Monday, September 24, 2007

Journey of life

With the potent sun blazing hot on my head
In the barren desert I was trying to tread
Dying with not one drop to quench my thirst
And my prayer was served with a cloudburst
Posted by Suchitra at 11:30 PM
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