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Reflection | Peeled Banana
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When life gives you bananas, just fucking eat them away! Talk To Banana, Maybe? November 13, 2013. She sat there idly, traumatised by the changes time had inflicted upon her. How long has it been? Apparently no. Will that stop her? BeBecause everyone expected her to grow up, so she’ll just pretend that she finally grew up. She knew she’ll have to go against the will of her heart, and do everything that is expected of her. Why? Tags: #Reflection #Life #Expectations #Innocence #Time. Hey There, Selfish Fuck.
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The Most Deserving – Mother | affanaali
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March 27, 2013. The Most Deserving – Mother. Mothers now days are not just simple housewives, they are working equally with men and their duties just not stop, there are responsible to take care of their families at home too. Doctors all over the world claim that is the most critical time for a woman. Her responsibilities does not end here, even after becoming a grandmother, she takes care of her grandchildren so that her own child gets the most out of this world. This entry was tagged #love. 2 thoughts ...
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Men Out There | affanaali
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May 17, 2014. Out there in a dark, quiet mysterious night. Hidden in the grass, covered with mud. Six feet tall, a handsome looking guy. He is not terrified by the thundering clouds. He is not taken back by the scary sea. He doesn’t show a sign of threat. He is not fearful of thunder or storm. He is there in dawn or dusk. He stays still even if it rains or hail. He is not bothered of getting sick. Is he not afraid of all the things around? A single bullet can kill him, if he is found. Thank you so much.
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Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary | affanaali
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May 13, 2014. Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary. She ran to the door as the bell rang. A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand. He saluted her with the entire honor. Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner. She looked as if her wounds have healed. Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed. The letter was stained, with blood and sand. Opening the letter with trembling hand. Smell was clear of gun smoke. As she read the words he wrote. It was from her love in a far off land. May 13, 2014 at 7:00 am.
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Hidden Secrets | affanaali
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May 10, 2014. Struggle to find the meanings in the world, we all live. We try, try, and try but still wonder where it may lead. Unasked remain the questions with the fear of rejection. The answers to which are hidden deep inside our mind. Hidden inside our soul, the life we try to live. Hidden in our lives are stories left untold. This is because we never let them flown. But before they ruin let them be known. Release those untold secrets; let your mind free. The memories will fade; and fade forever.
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January 2, 2015. Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary. She ran to the door as the bell rang. A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand. He saluted her with the entire honor. Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner. She looked as if her wounds have healed. Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed. The letter was stained, with blood and sand. Opening the letter with trembling hand. Smell was clear of gun smoke. As she read the words he wrote. It was from her love in a far off land. May 17, 2014. Wife, chi...
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The Most Deserving – Mother | affanaali
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May 11, 2014. The Most Deserving – Mother. Mother, Mom, Mommy, Maa, Amma, Ammi, Ummi all these refer to one and one person in our lives and i.e. our mothers. Starting from the day when you are announced to born she is the one person who takes all the hardships to bear you, all this does not offer her a vacation from her routine duties instead this. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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27 | August | 2013 | it doesn't have to rhyme
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It doesn't have to rhyme. Haiku Society of America. A Selection of Matsuo Basho’s Haiku. POETRY FORMS AND TERMINOLOGY. Daily Archives: August 27, 2013. August 27, 2013. I know, i know,. I changed it again! I am going out of my mind with boredom i am truly not trying to make you crazy! August 27, 2013. To be or not? I felt the need to do a limerick today, tried working on the serial killers but this came out instead? A path well traveled. In a good book. I know, i know,. To be or not? Down in the marsh.
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Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary | affanaali
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January 2, 2015. Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary. She ran to the door as the bell rang. A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand. He saluted her with the entire honor. Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner. She looked as if her wounds have healed. Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed. The letter was stained, with blood and sand. Opening the letter with trembling hand. Smell was clear of gun smoke. As she read the words he wrote. It was from her love in a far off land. Enter your comment here.
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Happiness VS Meaning | Peeled Banana
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When life gives you bananas, just fucking eat them away! Talk To Banana, Maybe? February 2, 2015. I just started “The Interpretation of Murder” and this is the very first page. I am already intrigued. After reading this page and giving it a little thought I think I will always choose meaning over happiness. I guess now I know why happiness always feels so empty to me. May be because it never had a meaning. One response to “ Happiness VS Meaning. The British Asian Blog. February 3, 2015 at 5:06 pm. Rehuma...