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Gray at I: December 2005

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It paints things white, or it paints'em black - But it always turns gray at I. Saturday, December 31, 2005. A poem by Pablo Neruda. one of the "The poem"s! I do not love you except because I love you;. I go from loving to not loving you,. From waiting to not waiting for you. My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love;. I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you,. And the measure of my changing love for you. Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. With a sa...

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Gray at I: October 2006

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It paints things white, or it paints'em black - But it always turns gray at I. Friday, October 20, 2006. A hello here, a blink there. A funny sort of greeting method is seen going around amongst the hostel residents. Whenever you want to show a somewhat greater affection than just a vocal 'hi' and a smile, you "blink" your eyes. A blink = both-eyed wink. :D. Maybe it's followed when one' s too lazy to lift up a hand and wave, or nod the head. Livejournal style: "current mood: nostalgic, happy]. Aka श क य.

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Gray at I: April 2006

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It paints things white, or it paints'em black - But it always turns gray at I. Sunday, April 23, 2006. Shakespeare's precise birthdate is not known; he was baptized on 26 April 1564, and over time 23 April has become the accepted date of birth, in part because he also died on 23 April in 1616. Http:/ mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/heartofengland/birthday.htm. One of his most famous sonnets:. 1 When I do count the clock that tells the time,. 2 And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;. We may say that 'b...

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Gray at I: February 2006

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It paints things white, or it paints'em black - But it always turns gray at I. Wednesday, February 22, 2006. I've created 2 new blogs. That so clearly reflects upon the amount of free time that I 've got / I. Anyway, moved the english literary stuff onto the blog bhokaal, and created a maraaThee blog "म झ म य सरस वत ". (links beside). Talking of free time, I am just utilizing the time saved from chatting and orkutting :D so Jimny cricket needn't prick me that hard. Posted by Gayatri @ 21:31. So Mom, who'...

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Gray at I: January 2006

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It paints things white, or it paints'em black - But it always turns gray at I. Sunday, January 29, 2006. Being fidel to the fiddle. Dance, dance my heart petite. To the tunes of the jolly guitar. Dance all your pleasures away. And send them a-whirling afar. How come you're smiling still. After bidding them "so long"? Wait, do I see the fellas again -. They're bringing The bliss along! Posted by Gayatri @ 12:52. Links to this post. Sunday, January 22, 2006. I LOVE this shayar! Just look at this beauty:.

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Gray at I: March 2006

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It paints things white, or it paints'em black - But it always turns gray at I. Wednesday, March 15, 2006. Just came across this piece today:. Have you ever been in love? The whole prospect surely seems horrifying. What with Ghalib chipping in with ". Mujhe kyaa buraa thaa marnaa agar ek baar hotaa. But people won't stop falling for other people, wanting to fall for other people, not wanting to get up once fallen, wanting to call 'falling' as 'rising'. Isn't there any way out of this juncture? Aka श क य.