Well Delhi is a stinking hell...undoubtedly. Look at Yamuna...its just a big drain of mucking filth and sewage. Monsoon...it kisses its dirty, pugnacious, purple-faced layer...the facepack....nutritious sand from the hills. A new avatar...Yamuna the holy river....but for how long? Just for a month at the most! After that its again the same sad drainage. The name but prevails...from road nd railway bridges people throw coins...it blesses them..blesses like the uncomplaining mother....all forgiving...all pious...
The posts on this blog deal with common people who try to stand proud in front of their own conscience. The rest of the life's tale naturally follows from this point. It's intended to be a joy-maker, helping the reader to see the beauty underlying everyone and everything. Copyright © Sandeep Dahiya. All Rights Reserved for all posts on this blog. No part of this blog may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the author of this blog.
About Me
- Sufi
- Hi, this is somebody who has taken the quieter by-lane to be happy. The hustle and bustle of the big, booming main street was too intimidating. Passing through the quieter by-lane I intend to reach a solitary path, laid out just for me, to reach my destiny, to be happy primarily, and enjoy the fruits of being happy. (www.sandeepdahiya.com)
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