A silver boy he is,. Mini version of the father of the nation,. Loin cloth around his waist and bare footed he sat,. With the standard steel rimmed spectacles and a dirty green cap on his head,. Keeping his fast all day, excepting for a bottle of water,. Sitting on a dirty crowded street, amidst the loud noise of vehicles,. His only aim, to earn a note of the man he is dressed up as. Second Chances and Midnight Ramblings. And then there are other.

With a ruined mascara she kept sliding fingers across her cellphone screen. staring at men who failed to love her swept by like tides, one by one. Because, I relentlessly believed that you had madness sprinkled on your bones. but, there was no one daring enough to penetrate into the wilderness.

On Over the Horizon Flee. Pabasara Palletanne on Civil to Service. He paused with a trembling hand on the door knob of the canteen door. The moment he had been dreading since last night had finally come. He took a deep breath and stepped inside. How are her results? All these dreams had come crashing down.

A day in the life of me. The last year has been the worst; but exactly 365 days ago, I was probably one of the happiest.

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