By Devika Todi
There are people all around
People in throngs and crowds
People fighting for space in my memories
People with whom I talk
Yet I sit, writing this
Hoping someone will read it
And make me realise
I'm not the only person alive tonight.
There are people all around
People in throngs and crowds
People fighting for space in my memories
People with whom I talk
Yet I sit, writing this
Hoping someone will read it
And make me realise
I'm not the only person alive tonight.
The biggest gift at times we have as writers is our loneliness. Once we put that pen down it becomes our bane too,
Succinct! Sometimes the best lines are the fewest as they are really most profound!