Often

I often think
Why am I here
In this era
I don’t connect with it
I always feel nostalgic
Thinking about 100 years back
Slow life
Simple life
No hurry ,work at own pace
No competition
No fake faces
No conspiracies
People had ethics
Nature was happy
Very few vehicles ,gadgets
People had time to interact
I love old songs
I love old people
I love antiques
I love to collect old things
I feel bond with them
I feel I am mistimed.

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About ajaykohli

Consultant ,deals in life management, psychology, astrology ,vaastu , fitness ,diet ,relationship counseling

Posted on July 25, 2016, in poetry, psychology. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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