Rand,
I am writing about you.You who have been a writer,or the more ,a thinker.When I call you that,I refer to in the superlative.Just because I have never been across a philosophy greater than your cosmos of thought.
Rand ,Roark has been the truest man.A man with God or Realisation in his bosom.Every moment that I lived away,every moment that I spent with a cigarette,I expected Manhood to be.In thoughts,words and practice.My belong ,my unknown gravity had always been the isolation,the flourishing grounds of my destiny.
Reality is demanding ,Rand.Only too much.
will be back
About Me
- roshan menon
- I travelled the length of the mighty ghats, I talked to the winds, I rested on the rarer pastures, I washed my face in the chilly waters time and again, and I asked the first kid I saw, my name. He looked at me mysteriously, while I watched my reflection in his eyes. He told me that I have wings, and they have a span.
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