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Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.....

Long live Sir Robert Frost :)

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The mingled yarns

27 Jan 2015 253 readers comments 5 Min Read

The journey of a Young middle class Indian guy Kanishka struggling not only with his sexuality but also other odds. A journey in the shadow of spirituality to realise him his own potential. How a stranger gives him all the courage required to face the odds and hands him the biggest GIFT of life : ETERNAL LOVE ! Other parts coming soon , if found desirable ;)

Topics: Relationship, Indian