This is my playground. Here you will find grass, swings, slides, aunties sitting and talking on benches, old people walking, young people jogging, pesky little kids playing cricket and of course Me.
Return to your work now, or be trapped here forever.
Monday, November 14, 2005
He giveth and he taketh away
"A bolt of lightning from up the sky, vaporized our modem, and the LAN card was a fry. But, our spirits didn't die, and after the exam we got something new to buy."
2 comments:
hey kk kool poem haan...subex chod poem likhna suru kar;)
Thank you, but I think I will hold on to my job :P
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