If I ever get a chance in my life,
I would love to write my ‘second’ book on you,
Speculation concerning the autobiography will be rife,
But before all these ideas, to meet you I need to stand in queue.
If I ever get a chance to know more about dance,
I would like to become your student,
Thousands of blogs can be written on you by this freelance(writer)
As a student i’ll never be a truant.
If I ever get some 60 minutes with you,
I will treasure those 60 minutes throughout my lifetime,
May be some 5 minutes I’ll take to realize that this moment is actually true,
To this Dance industry, you’re a lifeline.
If I ever get a chance to earn that “D.A.N.C.E” badge from you,
In my journey of as an engineer and a blogger, that would be my biggest achievement,
I hope you had a great time at my hometown,Varanasi with your crew,
Seeing your performance is moment of super excitement.
Keep up the good work Mr. Punit J Pathak!
Wrapping up with Belated Birthday Wishes(since I couldn’t wish you on 1st )
I hope you had a great day 🙂
Thus, RustedLeavesWriter says, you’re a person who reflect positive vibes. Stay like this.
Good Wishes from a girl, who doesn’t like being called a FAN (though I am acting like that) because your FAN’s Love your dancing and I respect you as a person.
They said it’s a party theme,
She wore a white dress,
And once again Stereotype Mindset won,
The corporate people blamed her for distracting the men.
I welcomed my love with sleepy eyes and a lazy smile,
A craving for my love– “COFFEE”.
“He is such a dog,I don’t love him anymore”, she said.
But her drafts and gallery showed an entirely different story.
During her engineering, she started writing down her thoughts,
And the lady Luck turned an engineer into a writer.
When whole world pulled her down,
Her life lines became her strength.
Salute to her #parents for trusting her.
The only similarity which she had with her crush was,
They both had MOLE on exactly same place on their face.
She was seeing the old pictures of her college days,
And she realised that how nicely she wasted her time for someone who doesn’t even care about her.
She erased all his pictures,
But she couldn’t erase the flashback of memories.
They named their group as “super9”,
Soon ONE outsider was able to break their group into 3 teams.
RustedLeavesWriter believe that we all create millions of tiny tale in a day.😃