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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...

Friday, June 09, 2006


From the nothing comes everything

And everything becomes nothing

We got spirals of advices

Thousands of seas of wise words

But all human beings

Have their own reality

Every soul follows its route

With a different velocity

That's why, my dear ones,

when I die

Don't miss my presence

The pleasures we lived

The problems we went through

Learn from my mistakes

coz not always is the water clear

From the nothing comes everything

And everything becomes nothing


i just read this in a mail...dont know who wrote it!!...i m in no mood to think of what sense it makes.....its just that i know it does make some sense....

not always is the water clear.....the waters cant be murkier...believe me .....too much of filth around.

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