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A few years back, when language first came to you, it came through lullabies that your mother sang for you. If you stay still enough, you will find that there is a soul of poetry which high decibel i-pods could not drown. My mother sighs even today,...

It began just as it begins for everyone – careless abandon of childhood and a few crayons. Being an introvert as a child meant dealing with a lot of pent up emotions. I started scribbling my feelings in chalk. Wiping my emotions out with a rag,...