Happy the man,and happy he alone,
He,who can call today his own;
He who,secure within,can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
Santosh is supposed to be home everyday by 3 in the morning. These days, however, he’s rarely home before 4. In fact, he sometimes manages to return only when I’m readying for office at 7.
just came across ur blog while searching for sumthng else on the net,already in wknd mood went thru it, made a nice reading, u describe evn small things very well, and its gr88 to see that u write very regularly keep going :)
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