The sounds of machine guns blasting its bullets are imminent as i write every word, ran out of things to read and people to talk to i have resorted to finalli attempting to put an official record of things that matter to me..
As we reach here in the wee hours of the morning the joys of watching the city come to life and the hustling and bustling of people are eluded the minute we pass my humble abode, en route to temple hill, we pass by my home and honesty the feelin i felt cant be described by even the most skilled linguist...The army may not offer much to the resentful but there are some valuable lessons i have learnt in here and the ever most important one being one wher i have learnt to not take things for granted...
Simple joys in life are best appreciated when stolen from us...the joys of hugging ur mum and tellin her how much u missed her, or even meagre ones like sleeping in your own bed, or even decidin to have a late nite, the simple things i neva pondered much about is not the very sole thought for ponder...
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