We have all the seasons,
We have trees,birds and the gulmohars,
Here poets are born and moulded
Here we have the critics and theorists.
This is the place we live,
This is the place we love!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Hey, where are all those who lined up to see moving images? When are they going to let out something of the chimera that must have haunted them for a week? Out with it guys before the newspapers finish with the post mortem. And that is almost done.
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