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Thank you, Bijay babu. Yes, love is as bright as the mid-day sun, but who can directly look into the sun!! Your references are often beyond my reach, yet I wonder how even the great minds were affected as tiny bees in matter of love!
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Thank you, Aparna for the lovely illustration... the young man is dejected and time has slowed down, too.
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Kumarendra Saheb, what is it in your love letter exchanged under the pretext of taking books or meeting in the library or in the talkies while seeing pictures? Maybe it he is seeing the dry rose leaves into the book pages, when the dad comes, hides he and when goes he away, opens he remember. Time has slipped, but the reading and rereading is not complete. So lost in that he will fail Spenser in writing One Day I Wrote Her Name, Shakespeare's My Mistress' Eyes, as was scolded by Tulsidas' Ratna and Kalidasa's Vidyutama.
but sorry to say sir, all those post-cards, inland letter cards and envelopes have turned into the things of the Dead Letter Office.
Now people SMS, text messages, directly telephone with the smartphones, chat on the Facebook and tweet without seeing the house sparrows.
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