No one truly knows who they are, he sighs. The glass bottle does not know its own contents. It has no idea whether it is a vessel for the most delicious apple cider, a lovingly crafted wine, or a bitter poison. People are the same. Yet, like the bottle, we are transparent. We can't see ourselves the way others see us. How do you see me, she asked. You are a bottle floating out at sea, he says. One that contains a very important message. It may never reach its recipient, but as long as there is someone waiting, it will always have purpose. Will you wait for mine? I will, he promised. I will look for you every time I stand at the edge of the ocean. - Taken from Lullabies , by Lang Leav It's been such a while huh. Seems like the hectic schedule somehow has blocked out my creative juice from flowing (if any! hehe) I hope everybody else is doing well insyaAllah, taking into account the fact that we have encountered a new book ...
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