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|| Let me Speak ||: December 2008
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Tuesday, December 9, 2008. The sky was clear,. The sun had risen. I prepared for flight. Distressed, shattered and broken. I knew nothing about life,. But wanted to, at any cost. However, scared and perplexed,. I was timid; half the battle was lost…. I shivered as I took one leap,. I shrieked as my eyes prepared for the fall,. My wings refused to budge at all;. I seemed petrified, a creature so small! Then my mother gave me a push,. As if she too was fed up of me,.
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|| Let me Speak ||: July 2009
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Tuesday, July 28, 2009. Ah, well, after the LONG and rigorous and utterly BORING schedules of Orientation (most of which I skipped :P), I was genuinely hoping for classes to begin, and something better to arrive. Divine intervention was really called for. But alas, nothing of the sort happened.obviously. Magic repulses me. :/. The lecture didn't amount to anything significant enough, and we moved out wondering if this was how all lectures would turn out to be. They made me...
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|| Let me Speak ||: January 2009
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. One year of Life. From you I learnt to live,. From you I lived. From you I learnt to vent,. Each time I felt all miffed. From you I learnt to laugh,. At the sad bits of my life,. You were the one who taught me,. To sail through my strife. You taught me to find,. Joy, passion and happiness. I learnt to write out. My sorrows and my loneliness. I wonder what I was,. When you weren’t there,. I wonder who I was,. When you weren’t there…. As if she w...
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|| Let me Speak ||: Been Tagged! :D
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Sunday, May 31, 2009. This is after such a LONG TIME, that it feels AWESOME! You are not allowed to say anything or explain anything unless someone messages you. Taken a picture naked? No Never. Yuck. Made out with a member of the same sex? Danced in front of your mirror? Yes (Can you believe it? Gotten in a car with people you just met? Been in a fist fight? Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? Could it ever be a 'no'? Yes, every night. :
. Slept in until 3?
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|| Let me Speak ||: September 2008
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Monday, September 15, 2008. With a huge lump in my throat,. I turned to him and said,. 8216;I don’t know why I’m doing this,. But to you, my life I owe.’. 8216;You are the man, who marred my life,. And the one who made it too,. It’s you, who made an orphan out of me,. But who gave me a new life, too.’. 8216;I think enough has happened now,. And I needn’t explain any more,. You are all I have of my past.’. With this, I walked out of the door. He patted me on my head,. Thank...
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|| Let me Speak ||: February 2009
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Sunday, February 22, 2009. I stared at the blank paper in front of me. Surprisingly enough, it stared back with equal innocence, as if it were waiting to learn a lesson that it would never forget. I could almost make out its twirling lips, and the childish eye brows, and the playful eyes, through its ruled lines, and margin. I couldn’t afford to lose my job as the columnist. I must come up with something in another hour. As I wrote again, the paper in the dustbin seemed to...
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|| Let me Speak ||: October 2008
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Thursday, October 30, 2008. Every day I woke up with just one purpose. To see it. To relish every bit of it. To enjoy the mystery that surrounded it. To imagine the truth behind it. I enjoyed my mornings. They were bliss in my opinion, lunacy in others’. I spent every second of my morning staring at it, as the winds gushed past me. You see, I just had mornings for this sacred job. Afternoons, I spent doing something I hated doing, but had to. But I had to succumb, as there...
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|| Let me Speak ||: June 2009
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Tuesday, June 23, 2009. My alarm sounded at its usual time that morning. I woke up hastily, and lulled my young one into slumber, satisfied that he had done his job of waking me up by howling his heart out. 8216;You have decided to come late every day, and you think I’ll tolerate this kind of behavior? 8217; my employer barked, as she peered at my daughter’s tiny figure hiding behind my thin frame. 8216;Oh, so the clock in my house is lying? 8216;How can you make her work?
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|| Let me Speak ||: December 2009
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Saturday, December 5, 2009. A post, finally. Be all happy, will you? Have you ever had to choose between two people? If so, how hard was it? I've had to, yes. And it's been quite easy, I always knew the answer. Do you have a member of the opposite sex you've told everything to? Have you ever lost a friend(s)? Yes I just drift away. For reasons I can never explain. Weird. Do you honestly have any regrets? Have you met anybody that changed your life? Was this tag MADE for me?
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|| Let me Speak ||: The Queen of Materialism
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You musn't worry.i speak sense. Monday, August 10, 2009. The Queen of Materialism. As you must have guessed, IIT-D diaries has been called off. The obvious reason is, that the author herself got bored of it. She doesn't think IIT excites her enough to write about it.]. I always thought I was one person who never really wanted all those materialistic comforts, and was more on the spiritual sides. If that's what you call it. For this post, anyway. But perhaps I didn't know myself too well. 3 I hate the fac...
