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Comments about Vijaya Balan
Like the rotating gears of an inner machine,
She changes even by staying in the same spot,
Patiently moving, to the rhythm of her set nature,
Ignoring the outside noises.
Like the loud tolling of a bell,
They sway to the inner strings,
A repeated constant noise to a humdrum existence,
A shiny exterior to a loud existence
Like the pipes that carry fluids,
He sits there and lets all of them pass,
Maintaining an inner path and an outer protection,
A crazy network of rusted metal, inside and ...