Soil Microbiology: Strain of Actinomycetes
I come to your door to see you again, but where you once stood was an old man instead. I asked where you'd be. He said "She's moved on you see" "All I want is her number" "You better ask her not me" So I picked up the phone and dialed your number not sure to put it down or speak. Then a voice I once knew answered in a sweet voice. You said "Hello"
-from "Babe" by Take That
There are times when you forget your past. Your present is so fast that you don't even see your future. There are people you want to meet, talk and meet for a cup of coffee. They now feature on your friend's list on orkut or facebook. So you use the virtual tools to interact with them like the way you like if they were in front of you. Sometimes they are all you got. A friend on your chat list. Makes you smile when you see them online.Especially if they have the time to spare.. as would you. Another time you pass message about the opportunity that they'd like to cash on. Or talk about relationships. Prompt them to say something they wouldn't otherwise tell you. Who are these people curious to know about other's lives? A teenager caught in mischief,a mother whose child's gone to sleep,a worker whose boss isn't around,a pervert who is throwing darts in dark, a movie star who seeks the anonymity of web,a terrorist drafting his blueprint,a writer seeking story and you reading this blog! In the end, you log off and freak out on life's real drama. Because nothing is as intoxicating as filling your senses with the aroma of rain soaked mud - caused by a genre of microbes called Actinomycetes. And that for me is LIFE!
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