There were little patches of snow on the ground. I wanted to laugh
a villanous laugh at them and say, "Thats the sound of your death!".
I am being silly.
I found this poem in some forum. I bet anyone who did schooling in Madras can identify with all of what it says. Especially the part about playing cricket with writing pad as bat, and "Big Fun" bubble gums. Man, that brings nostalgia.
Some song has been driving me mad past 2 days. I heard it in radio and
recognised it as one of those I used to listen to long time back, and I want
to listen to it again. Worst part is, I can't seem to recall either the
lyrics or the tune, but am sure I can recognise it when I hear it again.
Its frustrating not being able to recall...