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This one I wrote with a dream to write as many poems as I could, and with a thought that nothing is more important than the things happening in the present. Past present future Glimpse of the past was making Me walk so fast, The cry from the past was making me agonizingly aghast, More oblivious i wanted to be,the more delirious i ended up being, Present tried to knock the door and state that there was so much more in store, I was trying to find my way, past was drifting  me away with dismay, Beam of the future too then came with a euphony, expecting me to ignore the melancholy, Present was so pleasant,future too was ought to nurture, Past i did run away from at last, hoping for a life that would last, In the past of the future was dreaming to have a present poised to be a teacher....

Just as we were eating the four cheese pasta at the roof top Italian restaurant Don Giovanni , the jubilant Mr. Max was busy narrating his two decade experience in Pondicherry. To our shock, the different types of cheese in the Pasta were made within the restaurant and one of the cheese  was called in from the blissful Auroville. Every thing that we ate that day- Focaccia, Gnocchi, Pasta and Pizza were part of one of the best Italian meals that I have ever had with everything from the bread, cheese and the sauce being made in house. The Pondy escapade which was meant to be a jovial and neat bachelor's trip, turned out to be a trip of exotic food, delightful walks, rampant dance, cheesy talks and joyous gyration. It all began on day one when I was mesmerized by the beauty of the eastern coast road from Chennai to Pondy. The moment we arrived at our hotel The Promenade, the glee on the face just got brighter as I saw coconut trees right across the street, with clean water and