Thursday, October 8, 2009

life in the third act

these bold strokes of a black marker pen are trying to figure out an old lady whom i saw at the bus stop. she is deep down in her thoughts. in this age there are thousand things to think's a third act of the little drama we are supposed to's a summing up session.
i am quite interested in old people.probably i am also getting there soon.we are mostly not aware of our age. when i am not looking in the mirror i have a feel of a young boy.may be a tenth standard student or so! only when i think about my responsibilities i come to know my age.then i also sit like this with some heavy burden on my neck! curtains are opening for the third act..

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