An early summer morning... I still clearly remember the fight that marked the beginning of our friendship;the one that brought two strangers close! And fortunately, it still goes on, to the eternity!
I rise, I feeble, I fall, Yet I choose to get up And walk those dusty lanes. I am tired, wearing that mask, A pretence to the weakness, that disguises it all. Amidst all, I choose to get up And walk those dusty lanes, That heads nowhere, that doesn't make the ends meet. Doubting the … Continue reading Those dusty lanes!
Everyone in this tale has a rock-solid hamartia:hers,that she is so sick;yours that you are so well. Were she better or you sicker,then the stars would not be so terribly crossed,but it is the nature of the stars to cross,and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note,"The fault,dear Brutus,is not in … Continue reading The Fault in our Stars!