usual, willingful, abandoned human soul on that area, without any doubt or any kind of sym

, sometimes I had been accused for sending political secret messages, it was turned into accustomed usual racism to me. It never mattered here, how did we chatters look like, stylish or not, ugly or beautiful,

ional career as a radio jockey, what other normal people know as an RJ, really showed me, my part of heat wave and cold wave. As stormy as it could be, I survived. My lonesome never killed me because others were never left me. Unknown or known, our popularity needed to moved on or else we would have been died by the crazy people or some normal human who called them fans. I always kept my distance from them, they made me uncomfortable, some were obnoxiously abnormal, some were obnoxiously confused or some were tried to date or marr

ng voices in audiobooks . Young smart students were encouraged to initiate in the radio industries but the hard work they need to do as a part timer with lousy payments , they lost the interest sooner than we could imagined. I got bored and frustrated by all the difficulties and hardships, I had been through, every time something new, that's why, I moved outside the town, took the rural jungle to mingle with my audiences and animals. Meanwhile, it

seemed to me I was hearing a hymn. So, gentle, soft and sophisticated, worried voice hymning to me at middle of the night. It was exactly a three o'clock. I lost my voice for the fast time, couldn't spoke out, felting nausea then the voice started to cry. She was hurt by my ignorance of her existence and being confusedly afraid about her. Then I overcame my fear and ask about her, she said she was died in the forest a long time ago, she was waiting for her lover when thunder struck her to death but her lover thought that she run away with another guy, so, he got married with a beautiful rich