Monday, April 21, 2008
Mom..
Like a river coming from far away, Heavy with all d water,
And other things deep within, Flowing and flowing till it reaches d sea,
Its destination,where it can unload all dat it has been carrying,
Deposit it in safe custody,
And Lose itself in d vastness;
I pour into you,mom.. U r my sea..
Friends since...ICE AGE,maybe!
Gr8 are d wonders of the internet.Orkut,dat gr8 meeting place of long lost friends n acquaintances,had a treasure in store 4 me as well.Met Hanif after 14 years.Felt like an archaeologist.Dscvrd 1 of my most ancient memories,after all!
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