Sunday, April 8, 2012

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She was the master of the art of stopping. She always knew when to stop- when to stop laughing, when to stop listening, when to stop eating, when to stop speaking and so on. Soon it grew into a problem. She did not know when to stop stopping and one summer afternoon while she was

3 comments:

Kiran said...

Brilliant! Had to do a double take to actu

Unknown said...

Haha.. apt comment :D

Yashoteja said...

I just had a chance meeting with this poem and was left totally th