Greying hair, a saga of tiresome waiting and lonesome journey despite company. Like soft moon light, yet takes courage to own. My wisdom highlights, yet I cover them to disown. For, I am yet to feel wise – greying hair, slivering through noon light, shimmering under the sun. Grey hair will always remind us, how […]
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ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 