Tag: Girl

Not a love poem

In that haze of blue and white, The strands of gold did gleam. A twinkle in the eyes, A shrug, never more. The flicker of attention, The targets sought and not, Went by in a daze.   The walls each shone, With brittle candour of their own. The air fluttered, making way for that festoon … Continue reading Not a love poem

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One Predictable Book

Chetan Bhagat, or to be precise his reputation, and I go back a long way. Way back in eighth grade, I'd come across a newspaper article that reiterated a reputed magazine's declaration of Bhagat as the biggest selling English language author in India. I was surprised, primarily because I had believed that my distractingly colourful … Continue reading One Predictable Book