The Final Mile (Fifth Bulletin)
Eyes looked out to the horizon
The gaze fixed on the moving clouds
The sprinkling sunshine marked the path
Feet trod the road they knew was fine
The journey was well begun
The words were craftily written
Every thought found the pen
By motivation and sincerity we were driven
Every fibre of our being
Yearned to be the writer within
To question the norm, yet draw the line
In capacity be the Institute ‘news-mine’
There is no looking back ever in style
Voices gallantly present the ‘The Final Mile’
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Rima, you are deeply loved
Rima at Infinitea, Bengaluru Dearest Rima, I wish I wasn’t writing this letter to you. B...
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Rima at Infinitea, Bengaluru Dearest Rima, I wish I wasn’t writing this letter to you. B...
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