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  Dear Friend,  The world, you, me, this letter and the ever-flowing continuum of time. I write this to you, knowing, and that too very clearly, that these letters containing mixed and incoherent feelings of a late teenager, as always, will never reach you. It’s winter here, and today, probably the coldest day of this season. And I do not write this letter from my home sitting on my comfortable bed, inside the blanket drinking a hot cup of tea. As I write to you now, I am in a cold and prickly metal chair, it’s chillness entering my hipbone, my feet half numb with frost, one hand holding a diary and a blue pen on the other running both ends of a blank paper, sitting very uncomfortably and thinking about you, suffering from… God knows what. And strangely, I don’t want to move, not if my backbone splits, or my foot gets frostbite. Don’t judge me dear, and I know you will not, but I have asked myself countless times why I am writing like this to you. Honestly, I don’t have ...

   When I first saw the topic "The Grapes of wrath", I figured it would be the story of war or a kind of revolution or something similar. But, as I went by, I see why Steinbeck named the book so. The story was an effect. The effect that could be a cause to something very big and nasty.   When all you want is food and you dont get it. When you are weak and you cannot rely on anything and rules don't cover you up. When all you want to eat is the leftovers but the world lets it decay before your eyes then let you touch it. When all you want is to sit down and you dont have a place. And men take more than they want, and you receive hate for no reason at all. When market rises high with your needs and wages are cut, then wrath is born.  When a mysterious director  moves and takes control of everything and you dont know whom to fight. You know the consequences, you know the direction but, a fella got to eat. You cannot undo it, and cannot acpt it but anyway, ther...

I died The devil died hated, cursed and feared death he always defied, but he died I wondered why he died But he died The lover died worshipped, loved and cherished The world cried  but he died  I again wondered  Why he died sadly  he died  Today  death comes uninvited I cried  hard  because it's impossible to accept  I died