an sms story59

Armaan:NO MESSAGE




Anna was reading DO AND DIE on the Chittagong uprising these days.
there was a movie coming up on that important milestone in India's freedom
struggle.she was totally immersed in that. she read about Kalpana Joshi's
failed love.failed? the revolutionary who loved her.and loved mother India with
the same passion...died for her.


Anna:This is the time for
preparation to
embrace death as a
friend...at such a
solemn moment,
what shall i leave
behind for  you?
Only one thing, that
is my dream,a
golden dream- the
dream of free
india...onward my
comrades,
onward...surya
sen's last message.
Send it to everyone.



Armaan:NO MESSAGE




Anna:The earth is our
only home-al gore(
'an inconvenient
truth'). Say yes to
green. Send it to
everyone.



Armaan:NO MESSAGE




Anna:When nobody
listens, there comes
a song/ when
somebody listens, a
beloved is born/ in
a hundred ways a
song is born/ in
only one way a
beloved is born/
when it is difficult
to reach the other
side, a song is born/
when somebody
comes from the
other side, a
beloved is born/
when somebody
does not see
through my eyes, a
song is born/when
somebody sees
through my eyes, a
beloved is born.



Armaan;NO MESSAGE



Anna:My place is the
placeless, my trace
is the traceless, it is
neither body nor
soul, for i belong to
the soul of the
beloved. I have put
duality away, i have
seen that the two
worlds are one, one
i seek, one i know,
one i see, one i call:
jalauddin rumi



Armaan:NO MESSAGE
                          (to be contd.)