The sea like grey silk
Clothes its depths in
Shimmering sadness. And
Grief is not a cliff that
Demands that you leap, but
Every shipwreck knows that
There is a limit to
How long it can keep its
Secrets in the deep before
The sea strips all veneer, and
They rise, cliff like, to crash
On unclothed shores.
Giti Chandra 
hello, beautiful! i really like this! also i was wondering. that are you like married? i like your blog! 🙂
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married with kids, Srijan – so if you want to discuss anything other than my blog: move on.
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i was just curious, you don’t need to react in such a manner. take care!
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you take care too.
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