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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...

Wednesday, September 08, 2010


Ranikhet 2009

A magical misty night,
Up in the hills,
A couple walks hand in hand,  only out of habit…
Both remembering the love they shared,
Even a few years ago.

Now as they fight,
With their own lives,
catching up on them,
Their dreams lie back home on their pillows,
Fading away in love letters
Folded and locked away in boxes.

A magical misty night,
Getting colder as the night falls,
Each wishing the stars would start falling,
So the lover’s eyes would twinkle again
With the wishes they made in secret,
Even a few years ago.

The wishes that came true,
At the cost of love,
Love which was stored in piggy banks,
For years,
So they could be spent little by little,
On magical misty walks like this. 
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