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Its me .... my very own past and .... my present and....

'It is trite, but it is true. Time lends perspective. When you are trapped in the emotions of the present, you can not really see because you are like a leaf driven before the autumn winds by the demons that posses you. Time dulls and sometimes kills the demons of love and hatred leaving only a tiniest thread of its memory so that you can peak through the key hole to the past and see much that you could not see before.'

'Will you...?' love dies with words like those. It burns up and destroys itself with the language of hate and recrimination. It tears apart in anger and violence. But after the explosion, some vestige of it still remains, clinging to the mind and heart like an unfulfilled hope, the memory of a passion that never came to frutition. Then it dies finally, with a few simple, almost childlike, words.

And the ghosts are gone, the guilts vanish. This was the way it was, this si the way it would have been. No matter what you did.

-'Where Love Has Gone' - Harold Robbins

Myself, is Rajnish popularly known as 'Mishra'. If you happen to know me I will be really happy if you mail me a few sentences about you.

links that will help you to recognise me

* the college ! my past
I am proud to be a KRECian
* the place where we shared hot gossips and coool fags ! seen in the night
* the garden !
place to meet snakes and see pairs
* the beach !
where we spent our 'senti' eves !
* the sea !
where we talked, talked and just talked ...
* the fountain !
which cooled down many burning hearts
* my neice !
the kids who made me strong
* the madurai temple !
* rameshwaram !
* at Dimna,Jamshedpur during Dec. 1997
with my brother, sister and neice
* i am here !
my present

Rajnish Kumar Mishra