
A FRIEND AND A CUP - Vishal Chandne Megha had been trying to write poetry for a long time. Her mind was literally stunned. She was rotating the pen in her hand, thinking about what to write. May be she was not aware because of her illness. Several times she leant against the tip of the pen on the blank paper pretending to do something. By now she had torn ten blank pages by writing just one word. She had probably never experienced such turmoil. The tension on her innocent face didn't look good at all. She had to give up in front of her confused mind even after working hard for a long time. She closed the diary and tied her hair and put a pen in her hair. To get ...