To SBA Kaku
I have so much to tell - the joy and the pain intermingled, makes it difficult though. I can express the joy. The pain, not really. I cannot bring myself to share pain. You epitomise joy to me. The joy of writing. The joy of reading. The joy of exploring. Joy, for the sake of joy. No definition, no reason but joy for just being. There is no deeper meaning of existence, isn't it?
A simple book. A simple letter.
That's all it takes. That's all it took.
posted by Tuya @ 17:32
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