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Inner Feelings: 2009
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Thursday, July 9, 2009. After spending a wonderful 4 week vacation with my daughters in the USA; I was feeling a new energy and zest for life. Even now my mind is certainly free and I have a sense of freedom from any control or captivity. However; before I could work out a long term plan of living, destiny intervened and took all my decisions for me. Http:/ www.lillyslife.com/. Sunday, April 19, 2009. Letter From A Free Mind. My dear Adam,. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. Writing A Book Review For Penguin Books!
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Sugar & Spice ~ I am all things nice !: April 2009
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Sugar and Spice I am all things nice! Thoda masti thodi mirchi ;). Sunday, April 26, 2009. My experiments with the homo sapien male- Part 1: First Date. I read you post on being a commitment phobic singleton'. I didnt know we were going around (;-) ). But she was worried about my state of mind. I assured her I was doing great and was actually enjoying my single status, infact more than I ever did since I started dating! First Date: The Sinking Titanic. Second- Are those wrinkle lines! 8220; I like the bl...
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My scribblings...: June 2015
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Stories, poems, photographs and .me. Tuesday, June 30, 2015. The musician and the General. When the General asked him. To pluck a note and pull the string-. It seemed a difficult proposition,. His fingers looking unfed for weeks. Had nothing in them to create a magic. And then all around stood derelict. Houses of his ravaged town. Rubbles sat on minds and hearts. Of those who survived the Holocaust. And this General with stubble moustache. Wanted him to strike something. Graded into three different steps.
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My scribblings...: Hiking
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Stories, poems, photographs and .me. Monday, August 10, 2015. I would be totally wrong. If I would say I did not long. For Luke to come and call me out. For a hike through the most dense fog. The weather would be cutting through us. And we would be right there at the stop for the bus. Luke would take a swig and check on the camping gear. The mountain stream would be running close and near. Colored colony of trouts and shells. Would be visible through the greenish blue water without fail. I just scribble;.
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My scribblings...: October 2014
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Stories, poems, photographs and .me. Saturday, October 18, 2014. Soon there would be fabulous. Nip in the air and mist would soon. Envelope empty spaces betwixt us,. Till then come we commemorate. The Fall with our songs and masquerades. Monday, October 13, 2014. A spell of rain and twilight. After a spell of rain. Made a surge,. Would soon away fly,. Dipped the self and the eye. Into the grandeur of life,. It was no doubt a deliberate act. To getaway from all oft beaten tracks,. After a spell of rain.
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My scribblings...: Some postcards...
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Stories, poems, photographs and .me. Thursday, August 13, 2015. I can say I cannot take you. To the place where I wish to go. But I can always send you. Breath of chinars covered with snow,. It is such a beautiful sojourn. To be drowned in the tenderness. Of leaves forever falling soft. On the rugged earth's cold surface,. I can say I see the face of children. Not mortified by the shadows of guns. I can always send you post cards. Of larks and flock of homing pigeons. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Sugar & Spice ~ I am all things nice !: Been sometime....
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Sugar and Spice I am all things nice! Thoda masti thodi mirchi ;). Thursday, April 9, 2009. Used to blog at another URL but too many friends know about it. blogging here is better. i can keep the pain out for a few hours atleast without having known people relentlessly calling and asking about my well being. Its going to take a long time before I forgive myself for it . each day is a trial. but each day makes me stronger. Its me making amends with myself today . Mistakes i learn from. Of course super dumb.
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My scribblings...: April 2015
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Stories, poems, photographs and .me. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Summer afternoons of the yore. Summer afternoons then were full of fun,. To the terrace we would run,. Brothers, sisters and cousins,. There, beside the water tank,. Where granny had left her pots and pans,. We would savour the taste. Of her famous pickles,. With a spoon we would dig out. Pickles made of mango, jaggery and vinegar,. Downstairs, mother and aunts. Had their post lunch treat,. Of listening to plays on the radio,. But how do you ...
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My scribblings...: Arcadia
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Stories, poems, photographs and .me. Sunday, July 12, 2015. You are like an Arcadia for me. And I go wandering into you till. There left no more wanderings. And pastoral beauty of your soul. Charms me with its innocent being,. I then become a valley. And streams of music. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm not a conscious poet. I just scribble;. For scribbling is like singing spontaneously. It is like dancing loving the movements of body. So I wish to depart. Blog a Penguin India Classic.
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My scribblings...: May 2015
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Stories, poems, photographs and .me. Tuesday, May 26, 2015. From spinning the wheel. May arrive newer thoughts,. The more I look at you. The more I look at you,. Life, the more I feel. There is no end to your wonders,. How you bind everything into your own rhythm,. How in your wings days turn nights. And nights turn days,. How from seeds grow the trees. And from trees grow seeds,. How light travels far and wide. And how from far away stars glitter. Their light reaching us after million years,. Monday, Ma...