Careless Whisper!
Careless Whisper
What characterizes me? Certainly, tough to answer but one thing I know, it’s not religion. Religion is personal to every one of us and if you look at his boy, thinking about his regilion is just another frivolous thought.
I was fortune enough. He was there with his father, I suppose. While father was busy with evening Namaz, he sat along. He was in cherry mood. I found his pose very emblematic. His eyes told me the innocence with lots of mischievousness in it. He was careless. He didn’t bother about me. Neither has he shied away. He was a perfect kid sitting in laps of God, telling the glory of being a child. I found this picture very personal.
It really doesn’t matter what you do unless you start bothering others. Whenever I go to Jama, I find peace in ambience. I find peace in prayers. I find peace in strangers and I find peace among people too. You have to just listen to it. It’s special. Like a Careless Whisper!
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