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Red earth and pouring rain | In search of myself | Page 2
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Red earth and pouring rain. In search of myself. Newer posts →. Some days, I want and I want;. A little of this and a little of that,. Never too sure, but never too much. The names slip away. The words are garbled. But I want and I want. A bucket of sunshine. Or a mug of the waves,. Or some dew to rub into my hair. I want and I want. All the love I can find and. A few romances to spice up my day. I know my dishes are undone. My baby’s crying and I am thirty-two;. But I want and I want. April 2, 2016.
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Summer Rain | Red earth and pouring rain
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Red earth and pouring rain. In search of myself. Author Archives: Summer Rain. I am in one of my crazy moods so I am posting a song that I had recorded on Soundcloud. I am not a great singer but I love to sing. The same can be said for my writing too. So here goes :. This is probably the bravest thing I have done on my blog, so let me run away before I change my mind! July 22, 2016. On the wings of Time…. For the first time in history, a conference was called. Humans and Gods and animals and plants a...
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Home is where the heart is… | Red earth and pouring rain
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Red earth and pouring rain. In search of myself. Methi Paranthas and a Mother’s words →. Home is where the heart is…. A couple of days ago, we moved our fish, Gouglu, from an aquarium in the living room to one in our bedroom. Before we know what happened next, you must know who Gouglu is. A boisterous,. Maybe I am superimposing my lonely thoughts on him. Maybe I am reading too much into certain typical behavioural traits exhibited by a Green Terror Cichlid. Maybe I have just eaten too much sugar. Fill in...
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Methi Paranthas and a Mother’s words | Red earth and pouring rain
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Red earth and pouring rain. In search of myself. Home is where the heart is…. I want… →. Methi Paranthas and a Mother’s words. Http:/ bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2015/12/short-story-slam-week-36-dec-31-2016.html. 8221; Children, wash your hands and start eating! 8221; The teacher’s voice suddenly blared into his ears, no longer mute! His tiffin box was on the floor, his parathas all over the desk. That Karan, he just did not know to mind his own business! 8220;Why did you do that? Now, I have to go hungry!