The title

When we commence something new, it is customary to give it a fancy name or a title. Usually, it is a simple 2-minute process in which we choose something we can easily relate to. But when you need somebody else's permission to finalize it, the things take an ugly turn. Like when I was supposed to choose an address for this blog of my own choice, I had many exciting thoughts (At least they seemed pretty exciting to me) in my mind!
As I started the set procedure to register the address, I realized that I have no say in it. All of my favorite ones were unavailable. Let me take this opportunity to clarify that I am not a sad person. I am usually in high spirits (You can confirm it from my friends). But here I was unable to set an address of my choice and that my friend is really disheartening! So after thousands of attempts, I ended up with "Zakhmi parinda". Now when I am stuck with such an address, it became kind of essential to have a suitable title hence "Bleeding feathers". Hoping that the blog will not end up being so gloomy as its title, let's begin..
As it is rightly said by our own Shakespeare uncle,

“What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet





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  1. Unknown12 December 2016 at 11:37

    Superb. I really appreciate your effort. Superb title

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  2. Unknown13 December 2016 at 04:15

    nice lines

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  3. Unknown15 February 2017 at 01:09

    Zakhmi parindo ke bina udna nhi asaan,
    Unhone bhi kya udna sikha jinke pankh hi naa ho kabhi tutte.

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