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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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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: April 2013
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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: 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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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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An art called life: January 2013
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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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An art called life: realisation@life
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An art called life. Tuesday 9 April 2013. I realised I can't run anymore. I CAN'T RUN! I really can't run! When did life fly by? And, I was so caught up in flying, I forgot how to RUN! Today, I have a date with the treadmill and sincerely hope it can carry my weight. Absolutely correct.in fact i keep telling my friends v r running so fast in todays life, but it turns out to be treadmill life.v r on same spot. 25 April 2013 at 7:39 PM. Agree life just goes by and we think weve moved ahead! But, we dont.
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An art called life: Think Fest -- What was he thinking??
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An art called life. Saturday 30 November 2013. Think Fest - What was he thinking? Do we have a choice? Certainly not. He would've been a free man and the whole case would've been brushed under a carpet of lies and concocted stories. But, things are different and there is hope. Hope, that the girl will get justice. The entire country is watching this high profile case which would certainly be a benchmark in the history of Independent India. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Read what i write to find out!
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An art called life: November 2012
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An art called life. Tuesday 6 November 2012. To hide or to tell. Early in the morning when the sun rises and birds begin chirping, I close my eyes and pretend it's night. I keep hoping the night would never end. But, the day arrives and so one has to wake up. I draw the curtains and the only thing i get to see are walls and windows of the other apartment. Ah! The luxuries of living in a metro! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Read what i write to find out! View my complete profile.
