Laisha had got a glimpse of the vast ocean that lay before her. She could either eatch it recede from her sight or plunge into it. It was not possible to take the risk of plunging headlong into the ocean. No one viewed the ocean to be drowned into it...
What is so special about a title? The mode and significance of titles have changed with the change in the lyrical traditions. So these transitions in style and the art of signification are all collective. What has never changed is the author's intent...
Each one From one’s little noose Cranes out Yells and shouts Groans aloud And grows stout And the noose tightens Leaving no way to creap out Till at the end Swollen Spent out Becomes silent. I am also having my turn among all.
