one of the classroom notes. used to do when i get bored of the chemistry class i guess, at st antony’s public school (saps), kanjirapally
Her tear drops over my wound
Ever have a healing sound
O’ she is my glittering star
Smiling on me from way afar
Golden are the moments with her
The love she showers, I forget never
For she is my love, my dear
My own in any fear
class xi, 20.02.96
roxy,
practically speaking tears are salty right……
so they are going to be more painful.
how come they healed your wound.
its intrsting…
hey shd i ask you?
are u a dreamer or a realistic practical person?
anyway ur blog balances both
nice job
anubhavi
anubhavi,
salt is healing right? though they’re painful in the beginning 🙂
oh i used to be lot of a dreamer, way back. i should say that is what brought me up to all these levels of living life in different realms. so, to dream is to be practical! i wish i dream more these days!!
🙂 you write well in boredom too! Who’s tear drops healed your wound?
by the way, long time since i saw you online! hope you’re keeping fine.
really?!! am happy found it in the class xi rough book.
Hi Roskei,
I remember this….