Like a love with date stamp,
Like the wild storming oceans of longing I feel for my mother,
Like the love-hate feeling I carry for my country,
Like the first comforting moment I let myself go in the morning,
Like the many nostalgic moments I have for my old memories.
Like the regret for missed opportunities, lost chances and wasted times,
Like mistaking a casual feeling for a deep love,
Like bestowing every good quality on someone who was never been seriously known,
Like losing a good friend for no reason.. for no valid reason,
Like wanting to cry when nobody watches, but still something in the head says men should not cry,
Like eating a big delicious mango with hands in a restaurant without minding who might look or sneer,
Like falling in love with the character of "Julia" and Vanessa Redgrave's unmatchable performance.
Like feeling young when one is definitely not,
Like doubting the religion but still practicing,
Like reading a poem, and an amazingly beautiful verse makes one whoop, stop reading, close the book, and stay motionless for few minutes.
Like meeting an old love and wondering how blind we sometimes were,
Like a son who copies his father's actions and reactions which he had deemed, in a younger age, negative,
Like having a volcano of emotions, but being unable to express them,
Like being so mesmerized by blue eyes that keeping the eye contact seems impossible,
Like always wondering if the others find my character colorless,
Like saying to myself "Please God do not let her die" when Ada jumped into the water in "The Piano",
Like remembering the termites that ate the newly born baby in Hundred Years of Solitude whenever I see termites' nest,
Like the joy I feel when I see snow-capped mountains,
Like seeing lights coming from windows in faraway houses and wondering who might be inside the rooms and what do they do and talk about,
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