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रात की चांदनी में ख़ामोशी के आग़ोश में तुम्हारी परछाई को ढूंढ़ना अच्छा लगता है

अनजानी सी राहो में अँधेरी सी रातो में एक तन्हा सी उदासी लेके आया हुँ अनजानी सी राहो में अँधेरी सी रातो में एक तन्हा सी उदासी लेके आया हुँ भूली सी एक याद में खोयी सी एक आस में फिर से तेरे सामने वो ही पल लेके आया हुँ …

A random poem I wrote around my thoughts about the political status in India. Its All Fictional and Nothing is based or related to any Political Party or Person-living or dead.

The storm was coming, but no one cared about it. The path was left unwalked for years by then, but they did not even think before stepping on it. And then started the quake…

“I was in the beginning, I will be in the future. The time started from me, as nothing existed before me, except me.” “Tell me who am I?”

If you are a programmer than you know what I am talking about. If you know a programmer than you know how funny it is to see us programmer hit “ctrl+S” again and again.

  So this was the question I received on Quora recently. It had eventually occurred to me that many of us have pondered over this thought some or the other life. So lets explore how feasible it is? The question: “Regardless of legality, could a virus(?) be written whose sole …