I thought it's like reading an old diary, as I dug into this blog and reread my old posts. I thought it's like, you feel surprised at how lame your thoughts were then,or how different you used to be, that you end up giggling and laughing at yourself.
But somehow, it's not funny at all. Although Poison Ivy sounds familiar to me, I cant find where she is. She is someone I used to know in and out, but somehow now she is unseen, so distant, or maybe she had actually. Died.
I hope she will reborn.
Pellets and Bullets: Yet More Fodder For a Shaken Kashmir - By Muazzam Nasir The picturesque Dal Lake, the historic shikaras and the houseboats bustling with life and activity are the parameters by which normalcy ...