Reverie

A lonely guitar
                A lonely soul
Create harmonies
               As powerful as
Steel strings
                Catching lightning
This is love
                   And passion
Affirmed..with every strum
                  Of a chord
You walk away
                   Far far away
With no name
                   With the guitar
Around your back
                      Swinging...

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The 50 percent Bong in me raised an eyebrow....crazy, insane....the other 50 percent punju in me consoled...never mind...
No rice...my resolution.
DAY 1
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It went well. . I knew it...

DAY 2
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Hey I was still going strong...
DAY 3
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I found my colleague gulping down mounds of rice ... (please excuse my exaggeration)...I went crumbling down.
But no fikrshikr  I somehow managed my bong buds...
DAY 4
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I was invited to my sis house ..oh did I tell you she is married to a southie...and once again the sight of plplng hot sambhar and ghee laden rice welcomed me..oh god why do u test me ...I gave up...yes I did...to hell with my resolution! !!!!

See didnt I tell you....my bong soul mocked me...

PS....as an afterthought I thought of adding something I think I need to say....some say my blogs are autobiographical
And for some I should stop writing stories
My answer. ..please feel free not to read
My post...I write for myself and not for a bunch of "some"..Thank you