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on sad notes...

I can certainly think more better when I keep staring at the open window of my Blogger. I can think of my life and how I would like to present it (not only before everyone but even to myself) . I amuse myself thinking of my present in the terms of poetry or fiction. Its a relief .

 I am presently reading Anna Karenina by Tolstoy. Its more than nine hundred pages and I am hardly over one thirty page. But I am in love with this novel. Not because it has something very interesting and it speaks my thoughts but perhaps because I had prepared myself to love it. Yes, it is it. I love her name Anna Karenina - what a beauty and rhyme it has. Suggesting that Madame Anna Karenina is a lady so lovely and beautiful. But I will say one can't attach innocence always with loveliness , and not a least with beauty. Loveliness of a girl somewhere carries something devilish with it. Anna Karenina is a perfect example.

I will talk of this novel later at length. Here I am with a different mood. One which has no name , no characteristic either. I will turn to fiction if  I will be able to write anything I will come again or I will say Good-bye now.

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