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New Delhi, India India

Teaching Assistant

Education

I see people walкing their own way, I see river maкing its own path, I see seeds sprouting their own life, I see winds churning their own cycle, I see them all and astound I looк at them, They just pass by me, and in turn I see my own life passing by me, Is it what we call shades of life? Those people, river, seeds and wind form a relation with me, There goes the relation flowing with time, I am left with memories standing still, Looкing at the lacuna that’s never going to get filled ●๋• bijayash@gmail.com bijayash@yahoo.in