
Tapan SIngh
blogs from Pune


She would hold a hair pin, between her teeth to dress, and I'd stare at her and breathe, and 'd say "girls are really a mess" She would watch me in the bed and for no reason would weep, I'd control the rush in veins, trying to convince that I am asleep, We would discuss [...]...
Posted on 13 September 2010 | 3:23 am
Read postAn absurd day that tought me a lesson, and made me realize what isn't important is Whom do we love, what important is Who loves us.
Posted on 31 July 2010 | 8:51 pm
Read postIt doesn't matter what you are capable of , you can't burn ashes. Feather can go airborne over the edge of ascending smoke, but the dead bird will lie on the ground. What matters is the driving force. The force born out of hope. Hope is a cordial translation of will. I see you coming when you really...
Posted on 27 July 2010 | 9:04 pm
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