Diary

He went under pile of words to tie the thread of understanding but was stoned to death. They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen for future generations to study. The point of departure had come. Navel-gazing was the best pastime for the commander whose sepoys were fighting the battle for freedom. I have to say something which I need not say. The fight is gone from the bleeders. World was moving towards the poles. We should talk about looking, not only owning up our blunders. The import of saying No has been cooked under the small Yes. SATISH VERMA