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Meenaxi's Muse: Meenaxi's Magic Mantras Series 1-8
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Sweet and Sour Words - Mirror of a gypsys soul. May 31, 2013. Meenaxi's Magic Mantras Series 1-8. It's your choice to feel low or laugh it off thinking others' behaviour lowly! Meenaxi's Magic Mantra # 1. Perseverance is the greatest talent. Complete forgiveness is the only remedy and the best revenge - Meenaxi's Magic Mantra # 3. Being in love doesn't mean being tamed; instead those arms around you become your wings to fly - Meenaxi's Magic Mantra # 4. Meenaxi's Magic mantra # 7. To fund Μedicare yet ha...
vishkanya.blogspot.com
Poison Pen: ghost writing
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Don't worry, she doesn't bite anymore. Thursday, November 02, 2006. Why are you still here, reading this? Don't you know that I'm dead? Or - to be more accurate - I never was, except here. online. I have been recalled by the creator. I shall leave for the great blogspot in the sky, where we may find old bloggers, those who faded away, those who gave up, and yea - those who never were. Maybe I wasn't. Except in your minds' eye. Posted by Vishnupriya @ 1:02 PM. Noooo, don't goooooo! Rest well and in peace.
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Poison Pen: initialising
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Don't worry, she doesn't bite anymore. Friday, January 20, 2006. So i was thinking about this earlier, and had even written a post on it, but for some reason it didnt show up completely. anyway, im writing it again. Anyway, so now that i have comment moderation (yay! But what about the current man? No, its not the first letter of its name (or maybe it is ;) . his reason is the geekiest thing ive ever heard. so, in physics, A is the letter that represents electric current. get it? And what was initiated?
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Poison Pen: whats love got to do with it?
http://vishkanya.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html
Don't worry, she doesn't bite anymore. Saturday, April 15, 2006. Whats love got to do with it? Imagine a conversation where one friend asks another about a date she had - "so, did you guys have sex? Its a simple question without any judgement attached. how would you say it in bangla? That's just funny. i guess you could literally transalate "sleeping together" but "tumi ki or shathe shule"? So, until someone comes up with a better word, men and women in india will just do pyar, no sex. Yes, yes, yes!
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Chronicus Skepticus: August 2009
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Oh i believe you. Monday, August 31, 2009. Ripping off the band aid. The problem with discovering you’re an introvert late in life, is dealing with all the people who remember you as someone who wasn’t. Is there an easy, gentle way of telling someone that you’ve outgrown them? I didn’t think so. I'm sorry A, I really am. But I don't have the bandwidth for this friendship anymore. Monday, August 17, 2009. What I did in Goa*. 2 Bumped into friend. Displays of affection and b). 4 Consumed more than half of ...
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Verses' Trail: November 2007
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Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem. Thursday, November 15, 2007. I want to gather all my thoughts on my past and put them aside in some box which would slowly ebb away. In the meantime I can carve my new life, with new experiences and new thoughts. Is it possible to let the past stay and still be at peace with the present? Doesn’t your past have a bearing on your present?
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Verses' Trail: November 2012
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Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem. Tuesday, November 20, 2012. Once upon a time. There was a time when i used to write. About you and me, about the moon and the sky,. About the wind and the dancing trees. There was a time when i used to dream. Of you and me, of smiles and tears,. Of gossamer touch and subtle words. There was a time when i used to hope. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Verses' Trail: September 2007
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Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem. Sunday, September 23, 2007. I found a little love on my pillow this morning. Did you leave it there when I was asleep? It stroked my cheeks crimson and gave a twinkle to my eyes. Did you whisper silvery-dreams to me when I was asleep? It wrapped me in your voice when I was cold last night. Or was it you who held me when I was asleep?
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Verses' Trail: Dreamy nights
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Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem. Sunday, September 23, 2007. I found a little love on my pillow this morning. Did you leave it there when I was asleep? It stroked my cheeks crimson and gave a twinkle to my eyes. Did you whisper silvery-dreams to me when I was asleep? It wrapped me in your voice when I was cold last night. Or was it you who held me when I was asleep? Yup we were i...
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