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February 17th, 2012
A sound of a voice that made a bliss out of its long sleep. Wondering, why is the ocean so deep. The voice which had mesmerized, enamoured, even bewitched almost everything. The way it waltzes out from a cave of so many songs which made the bells ring. The way it enchants things around while our eyes blink. And so a heart is now yearning.
February 3rd, 2012
January 5th, 2012
from 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami
As a physical appearance doesn’t matter, perception changes is a possible.
On my fingertips, I felt the dropping water from the sky, which furthermore flew me to a moment barely forgotten. It was the same feeling on my fingertips. I sat on the edge, so I could feel the water splashed to my face. And there you were, at the 5 o’clock direction, gazing towards me just so I would stare back at you.
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from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via bookmania)
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