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The Grapes Are Sour!
by mazHur when a Jawan(young man) gets rusted with time and is unable to raise his little finger or kick the ball with his bat, then spring doesn't interest him; he becomes blinded to the colors of flowers; his sense of smell shuns fragrance; he feels sick with life's enjoyments, hates company of imps and elves; neither he can pull the string nor kites remain under his shaky control; his mind flies high like clouds, he sighs at the gloom and curses time; loses himself in sad memories of his past; hides his face from the mirror of light; wallows in a dark corner of his house in loneliness and whenever Basant( a spring kite-flying festival) comes, he has nothing to inspire but to murmur in his heart: ''the grapes are sour !""
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