These lines below are not original.
TC - An old desk mate of mine from school had written this shockingly beautiful piece way back in class 9.
lines that presage even at that precocious an age - a formidable literary/philosophic bent
Lines that resonate inside-on a rainy evening in Delhi, sitting by a drippy window pane, with parchments of yore on my bed, and fragments of yore in my head; these lines come back to me again....and How true I can only wonder...How true...
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A river going down the hill
A boat going up the river
A man inside the boat
A lonely heart inside the man
But alas.. Time never goes uphill
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