And in walks winter. Cool and gray. Silent and recluse.
posted by jairaj at Thursday, October 16, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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5 Comments:
Where I am, we're still in summer.. blistering and painful. Glaring and noisy.
why does your title remind me of IT by Stephen King or maybe the joker from the dark knight?
scribblers Inc.
fishbowl: sorry man. delhi's terrible in the summers. i can understand.
scribbler: maybe, maybe not. but that's the point.
tis when your feet go cold, there’s more winter in that I’d say...you still do this pretty, eh
n i miss delhi more so
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