Sam Walton: I had to pick myself up and get on with it, do it all over again, only even better this time.

Tengo wasn´t certain that he was doing the right thing. Maybe the time he was spending here, in this room in a sanatorium far from Tokyo was meaningless. Even if it was, though, he didn´t think he could leave.

Everything was for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. The present was only a bridge and on this bridge they are still groaning, as the world groans, and not one idiot ever thinks of blowing up the bridge.

Sometimes 
It's 
Neither Love 
Nor Lust 
...
IT'S 
JUST
AN INFATUATION 
...

Written By Deeptimayee Patra

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