nothing matters....tired of time and tired of consequences.why again?no more patience to create unnecessary noises.though i know this is the way of dead end then why the hell i still wish for something.people wont matter.surviving is important.many more consequences will come.there is a demand from the inside.to be numb is the best solution.i realize how beautifully people tortures in their own way.i m still a dumbo to shed tears for those rude nd unkind people.i know its quiet difficult to grow MANNAN into this world.i dont want u to cry for the small  little things.need to face the storm but the feeling inside were tired.tired to react.why the hell i react,let people do their part,let them torture,.i know silence is the best option.

its good to be the mother of a child..........how innocent he is !!!!!!! when i look into his eyes,he used to stare me as if i am a stranger.when i hold his hand, he used to cry.just like me he also dont want disturbances.when someone create noises,he cried as if someone leave him alone.he might dont know his mother is there to wrap him into her arms always.y not baby, u will get the best care from ur mum.

iti............

Mannan

yep............a long gap..........no time to jot down......no time to sleep.experienced the painful events of 30 hours of labor pain.the person whom u want to be there with u is not there. what is the use of being togetherness ? gazing into the eyes of the doctor ,when i asked, how is baby...she replied, a premature baby boy.gazing into the time of the wall clock, when i asked, what is his weight...she replied,1.8 kilo. oh baby you are so small.then i convince myself by remembering the quotes used by my teacher" good people comes in small packet" . Its being a month now and u still 1.8 kilo.oh baby when u will grow. "mumma luv u Mannan". grow my child.

iti....