Author: Niya_Maheshwari

“The Seven Ages of Man” All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and…

“The Seven Ages of Man” All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and…

**5 days later** Sipping coffee and leaning on the balcony railing, I recalled her. We used to do that during our study time. “I Miss You, not in some cheesy way, Let’s hold hands and be together forever kind of way, I just miss you, plain and simple, I miss your presence in my life, I miss you always being there for me, I miss my best friend” When you are with me, time just flies away. When you are not here, even seconds seem like days. Where are you? Will we ever meet??.. It was dusk, I took my…