Time is gone, like the smile that fades by the warmth of a tear, like the smell that ceases after a snuff, like the love that strays after a delight, like the faith lost on a Godless night, like the reminder of a sorrow- Time is gone...
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...
2 comments:
time, that non renewable resource
:) glad to see u read stuff here!!
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