Copy Right on I.P.

 Right on II don’t like this. I don’t even know if I should be writing all this here or not but on second thought, this is my blog and my outlet to emotions which I otherwise cant express. I feel as if I am this silly duplicate of some Ashwarya Rai, doing stunts for her. [...]

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Delhi:- My Home

There flows a river
And by its side there’s a world
Dilapidated, tightly knit
Yet on the outskirts of what we call a social limit
There I see elephants and a little further a new city
Come little closer, and I see the ruins of old age
And also broken bones of our victory
People jostling and moving for livelihood
People unknown and [...]

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