Memories of you...
One rainy afternoon, sitting at the window and looking out at the cloudy heavens, I felt like writing a poem. Never knew...
One rainy afternoon, sitting at the window and looking out at the cloudy heavens, I felt like writing a poem. Never knew...
Night.I look at my wristwatch.Eleven.The moon beckons with its silver hand. The thing inside me, I still do not know what it is, but it fights. It fights my very soul to emerge, to wrench itself from the very body that it dwells, so that it can reach out to the moon, to the darkness of the night....
Run. My heart pumps blood through my veins. I see the trees blur as I go faster and faster. The wind whistles in my ears. My ears prickle as I hear the sound of pumping hooves against the forest ground. The sheer urge, the insatiable thirst for blood drives me on through the thick undergrowth. A flitting...
I've been doing some random clicking here and there with my camera phone, and by far, the best pics have always been of...
I would like to apologize for the mistake I made in my previous post. There is no Section 49-O in the Constitution, but in the THE CONDUCT OF ELECTIONS RULES, 1961 which says: 49-O. Elector deciding not to vote.-If an elector, after his electoral roll number has been duly entered...
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