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So why dont we go somewhere only we know - A monologue!!


So cozy you seem to be in your den, you're all stocked up for the winter and the warmth of your fireplace is keeping you warm! But for once have you wondered I'm out in the cold? My fingers are numb and my heart cold with pain?! With no hope of your arms blanketing around me; no wish to survive this long winter within. My smiles look so real as my tears freeze; my death would seem like a surprise to this world!!

And then when its Spring, will you look for me in the garden? And will you ask them where I've gone?! Will you know I'll be waiting for you in a place called 'Nowhere'?! Will you cry along holding me in your arms if you saw me there?!?

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Jogendra said…
Isn't it really romantic to go to 'Lapataganj'...a journey that ends at nowhere...why is the destination important...the romance is in the journey...destination is the end of the dream..

Jogendra

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