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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

quixotic says...

"I've read somewhere that growing up consists of walking alone in darkness: you scream but no footsteps hurry to your door, no one comes from the next room - it always remains empty. See how I've grown up !"

"...Tell me how it is that news of an earthquake or bombardment is splashed across newspapers and everyone knows next morning about the heap of rubble in place of the school building and about the dust blowin over erstwhile ruins. Yet when something like this hapens to a person no one suspects it."

"A Splinter Of Sun"
a collection of short stories-"The Last Exit"
author -Nirmal Verma
[translation from hindi (kavve aur kala pani) by kuldip singh]
i never got to scream......did i grow up too soon? i still want to be heard.
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