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A better me @ socializing | Pratik Mehta

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My Life. My Rules. 100 Things To Do Before I Die. My Fav Music & Vids. My Fav Movies & Serials. A better me @ socializing. A better me @ work. Build a better brain. Live Learn. Pass It On. Simple Tips for Online Privacy. I am I said. A better me @ socializing. 1 I like to invite people over for deserts. Especially when I’ve made a delicious something out of chocolate. 2 I always try to add the WHAT FOR to the Thank you. 6 Every morning, I pick a fortune cookie, pick a random friend and send her the cookie.

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Sugar & Spice ~ I am all things nice !: April 2009

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Sugar and Spice I am all things nice! Thoda masti thodi mirchi ;). Sunday, April 26, 2009. My experiments with the homo sapien male- Part 1: First Date. I read you post on being a commitment phobic singleton'. I didnt know we were going around (;-) ). But she was worried about my state of mind. I assured her I was doing great and was actually enjoying my single status, infact more than I ever did since I started dating! First Date: The Sinking Titanic. Second- Are those wrinkle lines! 8220; I like the bl...

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DuSk: March 2009

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Coming Back To Life. Friday, March 27, 2009. Is India really like that . ". I was going from Detroit to Auburn Hills and had this African American cab driver who was telling me all about the rise and fall of Detroit,and how the auto giants collapsed leading the city to a dark pit of unemployment. And crime.He was telling me how people left to look for better jobs in other parts of the country. Now I clearly understood why people out here love movies like 'Slumdog Millionaire'. So I finally got my chance.

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DuSk: A restroom with mirror

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Coming Back To Life. Wednesday, December 24, 2008. A restroom with mirror. A mirror in a College restroom ( Boys) is a rare thing,and it was even rarer in our college.There was one sole mirror in the ground floor boy's rest room,and trust me,that restroom can write thousand stories.Stories which have all the emotions of a human mind,from love to hate to anxiety. During Exams it used to perfectly capture all the anxiety and during the sports week,it was a place where war strategies were made. Hilarious&#4...

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Book Review: Hooked, Lined and Single by Rashmi Kumar | Serendipity

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Musings of a quirky, serendipitous soul…. The Girl behind Serendipity. Book Review: Hooked, Lined and Single by Rashmi Kumar. September 27, 2016. Book Review: Hooked, Lined and Single by Rashmi Kumar. Hooked, Lined and Single by Rashmi Kumar. From → A journey called Life. Larr; Our Almost Love. Leave one →. September 30, 2016 5:18 am. 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). Notify me of new comments via email.

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DuSk: Ameture Photography - 1

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Coming Back To Life. Saturday, May 23, 2009. Ameture Photography - 1. As said by JRR Tolkein, Not Everyone Who Wanders Is Lost. I think travelling is the best way to explore,not only places but yourself too.Along with developing ones personality,it gives a different perspective of knowing different facets of life. In the recent months I travelled a lot,both for work and lesuire.Here are some snaps that I took while roaming around and found worth putting here. A waterfall at Pachmarhi,Madhya Paresh.

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DuSk: Don't Know Why We Fight !!

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Coming Back To Life. Saturday, September 19, 2009. Don't Know Why We Fight! Hanji",I said."App bhi India se hain kya? I asked."Nahi ,mein Peshawar se hun.Kissi ko dhundh rahe hain kya? Han,actually I am looking for restroom.This is my first day here" I said."Ohh,they havnt shown u around,such lazy people.Chaliye mein aapko yahan sab dikhata hun.Its almost lunch time.I'll show u the canteen.". Hopefully a day wud come when things wud be the same as they are here at the Pepboys canteen.

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DuSk: Khwahishon ke silsile...

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Coming Back To Life. Saturday, January 24, 2009. Ummeedon ne bhi na jane,. Kitne hi kafan siye hain. Lahoo ke samandar me lipte,. Lashon ke ye silsile hain. Falak ki khwahishon ko samete,. Ehsaason ko yun kuchalte rahe. Roshan Khwabon ke firaq me,. Sage dilon ko todte rahe. Na jane kis ghumani me the ,. Ulwi isharon se mukh modte rahe. Manzilen to samne thi lekin,. Tasveeron me unhe dhundte rahe. Zindgi ki jung me padkar,. Is tarah mashroof ho gaye. Maziin chahton ke saye bhi,. Kinhi andheron me kho gaye.

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DuSk: August 2008

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Coming Back To Life. Wednesday, August 20, 2008. Its hard to get rid of my shadows. Following me like a foe,. Be it in light or night. Haunting me like memories. Which refuse to go,. I wished to be alone. Since a long time ago,. But its hard to get rid of my shadows. Following me like a foe. They serve no purpose,. And run no show. Because they are only my shadows. And not yours,. Wish if i cud swap them. Given u mine,and taken urs. And walk with it till the end. Where my journey ends and breath goes.

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DuSk: November 2008

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Coming Back To Life. Friday, November 7, 2008. The road was dark and deserted ,with past left to stare;. Telling the tail of broken dreams,and hopes left bruised and bare;. The wheels kept moving,with a spark often to scare;. Wondering when the ride would stop and it would take me where. With no one in sight,. The road never seemed to end;. I took wrong turns quiet often,. And never got a chance to follow the bend;. The tarmac was dark and grey,. Laid with a lot of pain;. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).