Hahnji, Mister, You Must Be

...the Face Has Limited Space. My Mother Used To Say, If You Fill Your Face With Laughing, There Will Be No More Room For Crying.

Hahnji, Mister, You Must Be Patient. Before You Can Name That Corner, Our Future Must Become Past.

Time Had Changed The Magical To Mundane

So We Tell The Same Story, Over And Over. Just The Details Are Different

He Who Spits Paan At The Ceiling Only Blinds Himself.