Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
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Just one word about the post - Genius :)
By the way, the About Me is really good ... Did you update it recently, or am I reading it for the first time?
Likewise, a lack of genuis suspended for long is what we call mediocrity
And mediocre you become, lest you break the monotonicity.
Very nice one! Welcome back!
Kunal,
thank u thank u. About me was updated quite some time back. Its from
http://srjth.blogspot.com/2006/10/recluse.html
D,
vice-verse eh :D
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