I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good. The night of half moon is half gone. Hopefully, what we have to say is not half left unsaid. My dearest, half, unfulfilled is the language of love. Therefore, let your desires are half relinquished. The eyes are half downcast. The lashes too are half closed his rain halF a drizzle. This rain half a drizzle. How long shall this hope remain half. Shall this thirst never be quenched? The breeze is thirst, the sky is parched. The caravan of stars if halved as well.

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In Bangalore for almost a year and a half, I still craved for the hustle of Central Market, the chaos of Rajiv Chowk, the feeling of an outsider at C. Park and the nosey Punjabi aunties of my neighbourhood in Lajpat Nagar but once I was there, I missed my room on the roof on a quiet Gulmohar lined part of Indira Nagar, the strains of M. From afar and the rain tree canopy that follows me home. Rosea on January mornings at the Karnata.

Keep Calm Thy World is the same. Now the question arises, are we really safe? Has the good old bygone era gone forever? Was the world a better place to live in, earlier? To answer these questions let me quickly flip through the pages of the world history which have been divided into brief periods. Although dividing the history of millions of years to a perfect distinction is a daunting task, an attempt has been made to highlight a few key points.

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Between Fake Optimism And Cynical Pessimism, There Is A Territory Called Hope. IN COMES THE MIGRANT BENGALI.

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When I was shown light in loneliness;. I know, I loved her more than my life;. My life, my journey, never seemed so promising,. Until you stepped in my life, smiling;. When you are there, I feel each moment to be my own,.

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