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Past Continuous: AUTOGRAPH, PLEASE!
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The blog that memories built. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. Have you ever given an autograph? I have. Three days a week, for nearly two years. Who's that lunatic, obsessed fan.are you thinking? Please do not go by my current state of middle-aged aunty-hood. At that time, I was a svelte seventeen. I was a boarder at Lady Brabourne College Hostel in Calcutta, and I used to autograph an egg. With an indelible ball-point pen three days a week (give or take a day here and there). Actually, for home-cooked food.
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An art called life: September 2012
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An art called life. Sunday 30 September 2012. Of brides and cheers. A girl in a saree hugged people around her and cried. People around her, cried too. But, then, something happened – A man who apparently happened to be the groom couldn’t control his tears and started crying too. No one knew what to do but the crying turned into smiles. The bride smiled too and the car drove away. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Read what i write to find out! View my complete profile. Of brides and cheers.
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I follow… | UmaS Reflections
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I am being reflected in these pages…. Do you want to go to AAA? You all, my dear blogo friends. BTW, do you? Aarti’s ReelTreat – Books, Music and Movies. Aarti’s Words Flow. Anish Thomas’s Views and Wishes. Ashwathy’s That’s Life, My Friend. Ash’s Pins N Ashes…. Aparna’s A Corner of my World. Bindu’s Wanderlust at Home. Chandrika Subham – A Reserved Chit Chatter. Chatterbox’s The Dialogue. Chitra Nagesh’s Random Thoughts. Hitchwriter’s Attempt to Write. INDY’s Pieces of Ponderings. Liked what you read?
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An art called life: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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An art called life. Saturday 19 April 2014. Rest in Peace, Gabriel Garcia Marquez -. Some people have the ability to touch your heart without ever having met you - They are authors. One such author walked the Earth and left behind a richer world. He will be missed. Here are a few gems that I stacked into my closet of words. The literary world is abuzz with life because he wrote. Wish he could write more, but feeling blessed he wrote as much as he did. 8220;No medicine cures what happiness cannot.". 8220;...
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An art called life: Women can wait
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An art called life. Thursday 17 January 2013. The young girls who are harassed almost every day of their lives cried out for justice and bore the lathicharge. Bravely. Their resolve to fight for their rights was so strong that the momentary pain of the blow of the police lathis. Peace marches ended and then a spate of comments from the likes of the RSS chief to Asaram and a few like minded misogynists, who have forgotten they entered the world through a passage of painful convulsions. Oh!
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Naked Dreams: November 2013
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When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul. I take up the pen and pour my heart out. Saturday, November 30, 2013. Links to this post. On top of the world. Volcanoes to the core. Links to this post. Play a pitched battle. Links to this post. Thoughts - a waterfall. Of a blurry stream of consciousness. Links to this post. Ja hobe bole etodiner antahin protikkha. Je ateet aykdin bartaman chhilo,. Je ateet bhobishyot hote parto,.
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Naked Dreams: ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul
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When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul. I take up the pen and pour my heart out. Saturday, October 11, 2014. ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul. Meandering clouds, undulating-. Through a streamlined city. Hive of memories, packed tight-. Caught in a web. Scarred and shrivelled clouds, long unattended guests-. In your muddy lungs that stink. An enticing river, moaning-. Within your brain, a host of angels. Suddenly, One Day.
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An art called life: A little piece of cake
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An art called life. Monday 22 April 2013. A little piece of cake. He went ahead, pacing his steps as he felt a tinge of fear. His could hear his heart beat as he ran. Rain drops poured down heavily and the sound of the footsteps ran with him. "Who is it? That must be for the birthday party", he said to himself. He almost rushed. He could hear his excitement as he ran. The rains had stopped and he hadn't realised. He was home. He opened the gates of his house and called out " Meera! He wanted to meet his ...
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An art called life: June 2013
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An art called life. Tuesday 25 June 2013. That sense of loss. Anyone who reads this would think I have lost my mind. I thought so too for a very long time. Today when I see people who have lost everything, I console myself with the thought that the people who wore the clothes are fine. The family and loved ones are safe and sound and that's what really matters. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Read what i write to find out! View my complete profile. That sense of loss. A Corner Of My World.
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Lift | My Views and Wishes
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My Views and Wishes. Bible Verse of The Day:. March 12, 2010 at 3:58 pm. This post has been picked by BlogAdda for there Tangy Tuesday Picks. Thank you guys for the encouragement. While driving his car through the deserted highway, he sipped a another can of heiniken and uttered. boo 2 AM, hmm it is pretty spooky to drive through this deserted high way, that too in midnight. Suddenly he spotted a girl waving her hands towards his car. Before he told anything she got inside the car and told. They talked f...
