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And Miles to Go Before I die/sleep!!


The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


- Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Amazing piece..

And then by Celine Dion, Miles to go before I sleep..

Such an amazing phrase!

So.. same here.. i know all of this casualness in life is sweet but there is a lot i prefer to do before i hit my deathbed!!

I donno if i can do all of that, but I am sure I will try!!

.Own a cute cafe/shisha house!! which will always hold a reserved place for me n my buddy!!
.Write a novel
.Be a top class columnist, own a spot in wknd!! or maybe Friday.. yes, i have high aims..:P i love reading Amar Jaleels column in Dawn magazine, and Ardeshir Cowasjees column too!!
.Be well versed in literature n Islam.
.Have that professional camera.
.Be a radio jockey, host the best show!!
.Catch up with my prose!!! urdu prose only!!
.Have a reknowned blog! :P
.Be a Newyorker, if only for few days to see whats it like in the Fifth avenue!

:)
I think abhi tak I am up for all these, but one lifes too short to accomplish it all, what say!!

There are miles and smiles to go before I sleep..
Wish me all the best.. i need it!! :)

Also, theres nothin in dubai like this place which we visit since more than 3 yrs, its our secret hangout hideout!! n i like to keep it that way! :P view pic above pls to avoid confusion!

cheers,
toodles!our secret hangout hideout!! n i like to keep it that way! :P

Comments

i love robert frost,
no one can put it as better as he did!

sigh!

thanks for this post!

brings me back to reality!
Karachiite said…
AD, i know man, Robert Frost rocks.. i blv i first read these lines during secondary school in Pakistan!!

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