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.... Of Images & Words: June 2009
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Of Images and Words. This space is my scribbling block. Look Around. Of white shadows and black hopes. Thursday, June 04, 2009. For you to see. Labels: Tea Time Shots. Become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images. Become inadequate, I shall be content with silence" - Ansel Adams. In this space you will find images and words. It is upto you to weave 'em together and see what I see. Scenes from a Memory. Conversations with the self. My take on Schizophrenia. Of white shadows and black hopes.
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.... Of Images & Words: July 2009
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Of Images and Words. This space is my scribbling block. Look Around. Monday, July 27, 2009. There are two types of people- those who come into a room and say, 'Well, here I am! And those who come in and say, 'Ah, there you are.'". Am not sure who is better or which one I am. But its an interesting thought nevertheless! Labels: conversations with the self. And I ask again. Thursday, July 09, 2009. Where did you go? I miss you so. Seems like its been forever. Since you were gone. Scenes from a Memory.
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.... Of Images & Words: February 2009
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Of Images and Words. This space is my scribbling block. Look Around. Monday, February 23, 2009. There is no light outside my window. Sit there wondering why? Open the door to black walls,. Where shadows failed to fall. I got no reasons! N' I keep askin' me why? Then I fall asleep. Wishin' you were here, right by my side. I dreamt too much, I can't remember. If you were even there. I hear those knocks from someone somewhere. But I can't find them there. Even if you didn't find me then. Scenes from a Memory.
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*City Lights & Streets Of Gold*: Maybe we will, maybe we won't...
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City Lights and Streets Of Gold*. Saturday, June 2, 2012. Maybe we will, maybe we won't. I'm sure you remember that beautiful frock. The smooth black velvet bodice, the deep pink lace sleeves. You loved it. You wore it every other day. It didn't matter that dress was dirty. It didn't matter that people were sick of seeing you in it. Your mother shouted, screamed and eventually pleaded with you to take it off. But of course, you refused. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Glimpses n Glances: May 2011
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Sunday, May 22, 2011. To My Alma Mater! School life is long,the end seems so far,. But ambitions are hitched to a star,. As we grow and we learn, we shall ever remember,. 1 Life of a great personality,2. A topic in G.K, 3.Creative display,be it anything(skit,dance,drama). Work and prayer are chosen ways of life,. Hope and peace to gladden every day,. Confidence and courage in every form of strife,. Faith and love to conquer all the way. School life is a rock on which we shall build,. Nothing like home .
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Archives | Random Musings
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About Life and its myriad hues. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Nothing preachy about it! Turn of the decade!
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.... Of Images & Words: Footnote
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Of Images and Words. This space is my scribbling block. Look Around. Thursday, October 08, 2009. As of yesterday, I had set foot on the Western borders of India - Wagah border. Thanks to a lovely wing, we danced to bhangra tunes as millions watched the guards shake hands across the gate with Pakistani soldiers. As of today, I've also seen the South-East borders of India - at Dhanushkoti. Labels: conversations with the self. This comment has been removed by the author. Sorry for the trouble.
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I feel bad to think I will have to stand at her door and ask my wife, “May I come in Madam” | The Life and Times of an Indian Homemaker
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The Life and Times of an Indian Homemaker. My life and everything that touches it…. Skip to primary content. Feminism by Indian Bloggers. I feel bad to think I will have to stand at her door and ask my wife, May I come in Madam. January 28, 2012. Sharing an email by a husband. Do hierarchies in relationships make it difficult to celebrate a life partners’ success? Would there be more celebration,. If she was working in a different office. What would you say to the email writer? Will I lose my say in hous...
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.... Of Images & Words: October 2009
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Of Images and Words. This space is my scribbling block. Look Around. Thursday, October 08, 2009. As of yesterday, I had set foot on the Western borders of India - Wagah border. Thanks to a lovely wing, we danced to bhangra tunes as millions watched the guards shake hands across the gate with Pakistani soldiers. As of today, I've also seen the South-East borders of India - at Dhanushkoti. Labels: conversations with the self. Become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images. Scenes from a Memory.
