A house for Mr. Biswas...
Actually i prefer calling it...A home for Mr. Biswas!
Yayy! to that. Am all smiles and doing a tribal dance for you.
Home is where the heart is, true, very true.
Cheers dude. I'll stop here before a poetry flows out *sniff sniff* (Khushi ke aasoon)
This is where it all started
- Babel fish
- At times my name seems to be my only possession, sometimes I feel its the only element I cannot relate to.Sometimes Life seems like a rented appartment, sometimes Time seems to be the only truth...most of the times I seek, I lose, I win, I brood, I love, I fool, I live in denial, I dream...I exist! What my mirror reflects is difficult to comprehend. I think...most often in disjointed patterns, and write unadulterated, deeply in love with words, its in them I find peace unmatched. ...About me is a lot of 'I'..finding her!
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Grazie, of course :)
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