Second Year in communication class, she is teaching us theater styles- tamasha. Talking about its history!!! OMG her killer crying voice could be enough to motivate anyone to jump from the 3rd floor university building!! And sweet blasphemy the front seat!!!
I still remember me writing this poem and she thought I was taking down notes, and it wasn't for my partner I'd be at dean's office for she told me to narrate the entire history.. And the last staza is written after I finished reading my partner's note.. hahaha xD