More interested to know who I am writing for than why I am writing….. This guess work and a match factory that burnt down and now hosts a herbal garden should show you that some thing green grows back on burnt earth. Not for anyone in particular … just that life is stubborn. More stubborn than death , holding out for decades….That flower in the crack of the wall is stubborn. Like that kiss on your sleeping cheeks…. like that hug in rough winds when all else was uprooted….Like the eyes that refused to confront your treachery…….sometimes I think I should not write one more word….. The color peels off from my refrigerator…. as it growls…..I am dying life or living death….. songs do exist in this deaf world…..