Immortal, Yogi....Make-up on his eyes. You so sure your every Indian Bible stating the facts.
Do you want to just cry in front of his photo, he might come alive, as if your Indian blood so important to him, if were?? The condition to be met, like Harry Potter under the American democracy system, there is a pure or darken bad bloods?
You expect everyone to be thoughtful on you, you expect as if the things in front of you in the photo, means to you a thing. You expect the Time, the year, you don't do anything, life will quiet pass away, and all the guys are blind, and short in coming years of that life force, anymore extra talking its just a completely waste of time?
What is the priority, that never meant it from the start?
You expect yourself to inch your way in.....by being quiet, and none action. Its never bothering in you, stirring up and passion you imagine, what the head space anyone else looking at it.
Pulling the drinks of the tea...sorry, its the last image. The first frame saying it.
With the cheese, of that 2 cents to your father, you jealous he has an extra? Cheekie Cheese? Dale....
Lowering yourself a tea, not smashing the tea cup, or the glasses right in front of his desk. He tip toe walking inside the house, just about entering the door, every single day.
on.
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