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Apr 2014
At a formal dinner party with etiquette and laughter
A half empty glass of champagne is in your hand

I listen to your slurred speech and deep laughter
And look at the others who genuinely display interest

While nodding my head with a fake smile
I make eye contact occasionally, a simple formality

As you talk about yourself and your experiences
I begin to wonder...

Wouldn't it be more interesting
for me to talk about myself?
Most people love to talk about themselves. You know who you are.
Veena  Aneev
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Veena Aneev
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