There is a place in NW of India, Chirapunji!

here there is continuous rain from which people have to protect from gtting cold and wet.

yes life in iraq or israel is a war zone, students devise weapons and military plan ways to tackle the war from all directions of the country. 

There life or living is like sleeping with a weapon with sleepless nights to see what trouble may come, 

its been my life since i got his love, there is always a danger in corners of our life, he struggling me struggling my son struggling people throwing suggstion but my mother with me making me to be awake ranamma, he calling rannamma, my son calling mom, every one around me protecting the throne of this country from danger who is poking hands on me a ramppam cutting on my head, to just kill me, so that she feels the victory poor lady of danger and her wickedness, learning from us and fighting with same, does she know what is she doing by this whole war of improper jihaad, she ruined her image, and yet feels no one is looking at her and feels no one doesnt dare to stop her, poor sympathy on her naive and youthfull body which is she proud of one day it will perish soon, and she becomes obsessed wih her ownself,

 feareth are those who doesnt have hopeth and hopeth are those never to find a shortcut just highway, 

just wanted to share to everyone, how that place and people live still in heavy rain never made them move from their land. 

hope you understand better, 

jessy jacob,

never i want to reply but these daily bombs on my land is hurting me when it is going to end, then i realised the horoscope, yes, it ends there , and we have to make our boundaries strong otherwise that lady can piss like man. 

hope you got better understanding. 

this i could realise today from my man where he was strugling to stop that parasite entering our boundaries and finally we made clear that is it. 

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[Jibey]

The turmoil of our lives and the struggle that can overwhelm and sting like piss on a wound... We need to hold each other close, even with wet clothes, feeling the warm bodies beneath and the steam that arises from love's heat...despite the heavy rain... hope can overcome fear... in each other's arms