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An old wrinkled man,

With his creased skin,

And numerous lines,

In his face,

Becomes a living reflection,

Of a life, almost spent.

But if, 

Another reflection of his life,

Is taken into consideration,

Then it can be seen that,

A value is attached ,

To his seemingly feeble existence,

As he has seen and endured so much,

And still remained.


His mere presence,

Is a reflection,

Of the triumph of the human soul,

And is a teaching,

About how adversities can be harnessed.

And the posterity,

Can learn from him,

A lesson or two,

About how to stand tall in darkness. 


What do you think?


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Written by Indrani Chowdhury

Indrani Chowdhury was born and raised in the north-east city of India, at Guwahati in Assam. She did her post graduation in English literature and had worked as a teacher for some years. Her friends describes her as a simple, hard working girl. She is settled at Bangalore after her marriage and is a mother of a one and a half years old.The world of books have always intrigued her and she has a knack for writing. Besides this, she likes travelling, cooking for her family and friends and meeting interesting people.

Sorry, I am not Sorry… To be Me.

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