THE

FALLEN

By – Madhumayanti Nandi - 190701224

Falling, autumn breeze, what more do you need.
A house without books is like a room without windows
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
We are all broken and that is how the light come in.
Who wants flowers, when you’re dead? nobody
Nature is a haunted house-but Art- is a house tries to be haunted.
The present changes the past. Looking back you don’t find what you left behind.
In the end it’s all a story