"Among those whom I like, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh." - W.H. Auden
Anvita's moved to Bombay. I'll miss her.
JO DIN KE UJAALE MAIN NA MILA,DIL DHONDHE AISE SAPNE KO,IS RAAT KI JAGMAG MAIN DOOBA- MAIN DHONDH RAHA HOON APNE KO...
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An irrelevant poem:
The Poet
O hour of my muse: why do you leave me,
Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight?
Alone: what shall I use my mouth to utter?
How shall I pass my days? And how my nights?
I have no one to love. I have no home.
There is no center to sustain my life.
All things to which I give myself grow rich
and leave me spent, impoverished, alone.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
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