Categories thoughts An Excess. Post author By meenas17 Post date June 9, 2016 2 Comments on An Excess. Had to rush through many weddings. Saw nothing, ate nothing it was a mad rush. Anything too much is a stress. Share this:RedditTwitterFacebookEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related By meenas17 A lover of classical Carnatic music. An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood View Archive → ← The Artist in Cheema. → Mirrors Do Not Lie. 2 replies on “An Excess.” Interesting poem…you can feel the fast past Thanks, Maremma Gee. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.