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1. If your Lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?I'd be badly upset2.If you have one dream which could come true, it would be?Finish my thesis before June and get a job as a lecturer3.Which one do you prefer-ice-cream or chocolate?Chocolate flavoured ice cream.4.What would you do with a billion dollars?I would nt do anything as long as it is not earned by me5.Can you fall in love with your best friend?By all means6.Who is more blessed-loving someone or being loved by someone?Loving someone… Its better to give than receive7.How long would you wait for someone you love?I will not wait for someone to love me. 8.If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?Cant say9.If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?Freedom of expression, especially the opnions and controversies abt what and how a girl or woman should wear. The stupid logic behind he did this bcos they way she dresses up should be eradicated. 10.What takes you down fastest?When my lov…

Poem with a difference

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Ode on a Grecian Urn
- John Keats

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thou express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring a…