What is called safety, what is called feeling home.I came across friend's friend who bears the title refugee ,when he flew away from srilanka after loosing his bro in bomb blast.By circumstances his ma dwelling at another country.Rarely he received letters before years and no more now. As cruel truth is harder to accept he believes the one opposite to it.This person always been a ray of hope in his own ways,never been a specimen of pity.What war can teach us to pick all ashes Without dissolving it.Lot of difference it makes when you worry in a calm land and in an agitated land.
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