Why do these faces on a busy morning look up with rebellion against my ways? Why do they look up, eyes leading the face, with brows knitted?
I have chosen a way, and do they not see how far it is from theirs? Do they not see how unrelated I am to them? But I think they are completely justified in this loathing, for is it not out of the absence of a relation that the deepest of hatred springs? But ah! I have seen deeper spite take birth in the cradle of a bond.


Chit said...

hmmmm...good. Lots to talk about.

Kiran said...

Your blog is nice. I think you should add your blog at and let more people discover your blog. It's a great place for Indian bloggers to be in and I am sure it would do wonders for your blog.

Sagar said...

Chit~Thanks. :-)

Kiran~ Thank You for the suggestion. I shall do the needful. I'm glad you liked my blog.


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