Tuesday, 13 August 2019
Don't know who wrote this poem - but it rings so true :) The heartthrob of the school, is a man grim and somber. That lanky little girl, is now a weightlifter. The topper of the class, is a happy homemaker. Back bencher of the lot, is an entrepreneur. The flamboyant fashionista, became a dreaded lawyer. Oft ignored average Joe, turned a well known writer. The one who failed math paper, is a fashion designer, And one who often got to stand outside the class, is a respected army officer. The reunion taught me how, people came with many layers, and tell me why should we never, judge a book by its cover.
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