may be what we had was better...less complex...more simple...more eventful,less thoughtful..
when we rarely had to think over...how to stay happy....when it was a default case...:)
things change...situations change...and so do the people...
but some thing inside strives to get back all dat has gone....
and it will keep striving for it....
This blog is a worked collection of my poems and articles.'Zilch to Zenith' means from zero to abundance, from bottom to top, from wavering to stillness,all holds good. I generally like penning down imaginative excerpts from the lives of different sects of people, sometimes on our unknown cravings of fiction, our mental comfort zones.The variation ranges from serendipity, to defense to love to sometimes just a random scribbling.Wishing that the ideas make a mark. Happy Reading !!
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