No! this was not me who wrote this!from one of us trio (of the two who are still alive)... who grew up together, walking across the random roads of Lucknow - Mahanagar, Cantt, Hazaratganj - trying to fathom ourselves... and the meaning of our yet-to-be-lived lives...
we were still teenagers then...
anyways...
"When I go into the library of my life,
And see rows and rows of yesterdays
Neatly arranged into shelves
yearwise - catalogued,
...oh! those volumes are all thumbs now
and there isn't a single experience
that I haven't relived each night,
and yet...
such if the magic of those yesterdays
that I always come out
A wiser man!"
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