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hello world.... n by the time u read this , the new year will b a day o more old. so happy new year..
every year we celebrate 31st.. kiss n bid farewell to wat the year was. those party animals party hard, some smoke it off, while others drain it down their throats, n its cheers n smiles. time to burn the old man,(like he s sm ravana of some sorts), n light up the skies with a kazillion rockets, n scream n yell out to welcome the new one.

m tryin to hard to feel the verve here. on this commemorable last day of the first decade of the new millenium i hav been online like whole day (jus like almost every other day). n in retrospect last year was brighter... ( i mean 31st last year). n i gues it shal alwes be, cos it l b one of its kind.

now bac aft the last sunset of the decade... it wasn one of the most spectacular sunsets witnessed, but the colors were jus too good. n the full moon looks awesome. i went to our management club. there were waters on three sides, i felt blessed to hav ground beneath ma feet. i wanted to capture the sunset, but there were too many clouds passing by. i ran in the colony roads for like the first time in my life, i was catchin my breath when the sun was going beneath the horizon. an aircraft left a trail in the sky, n for some time i was a kid jumpin beneath it. sitting on the compound wall, i spent a few moments rewinding...

the sun sets over many things, not jus seas n fields, sometimes over hopes, dreams, desires n a few broken shells, and yet jus before it goes down, the clouds turn a pink tinge brighter than before, as if to juice out the last of its red, as it succumbs to the night, like one last try--the last fight...



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Tejasee said…
Loved the last line...know the feeling :)

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