He threw a bright red rose at me
I caught it in the rickshaw;
I was but three (or four may be)
And he must have been twenty.
My first romance, how I love the memory.
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- Gauri Gharpure
- A bundle of contradictions who needs enough sleep and food to keep in the chirpy mood that I usually am in. Have worked as a stringer, a copywriter and as a content writer in that order since I was in college. Currently immersed (come up for air occasionally) in the 10-month M.S program at Columbia University, Graduate School of Journalism 2012. Studying on a Fulbright grant. Look forward to a career in writing, teaching and perhaps, junk jewellery that i make...
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5 comments:
Lol....i dont suppose thatz true.....
hey!!!! nice lil ones....try your hand at limericks too !!!
yes, it is... tht's one of the best memories i ve of going to the kindergarten in a school rickshaw. I also remember the exact place where the pillion rider of a motorcycle threw the rose at the 'baby' me..
a romance at three..
u r kidding..right???
lol..early start huh? anyways i've blogrolled u!!
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