These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


The book of the fallen

Dedicated: the project

Observing Ma'am Lara

Can I write without thinking?
Can I listen without hearing?
If I heard, did I understand?
And if I understood, is that ‘comprehending’?

For what purpose
Should I do these things?"

*Lecture notes in Comm1

17th August 1999

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