The stories we created years ago;

Went astray half way;

Leaving us all

Groping in dark;

No light, no sign

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Posted in Causes, Poem at March 30th, 2015. No Comments.

The Sleep-Walker

Have you ever come across a sleep-walker? (I won’t use the term somnambulist, because its definition scares me!) No? Nor have I. But when I was very small, my two elder sisters used to tell me that I was one; though I could never believe them. How could I walk while I was asleep? But every second day, they would tease me and tell detailed stories of what I did the previous night. And I could get somewhat convinced only when my mother would corroborate what they were saying. (All guffawing, of course) I used to feel that they had all ganged up to embarrass me!

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Posted in Article, Just for Laughs at June 10th, 2012. No Comments.