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A view through my window: May 2012
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A view through my window. Thursday, May 17, 2012. RKN on an afternoon of forced retreat. Some relationships are better off without the know how of genealogy – more so the relationship of a reader with her favourite author (nevertheless I decide to ask my dad about it soon). 8221; I smile, thank him I hug the author again, get back to my idyllic reading and work is no more a subject of anxiety. :-). Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). RKN on an afternoon of forced retreat.
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A view through my window: RKN on an afternoon of forced retreat
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A view through my window. Thursday, May 17, 2012. RKN on an afternoon of forced retreat. Some relationships are better off without the know how of genealogy – more so the relationship of a reader with her favourite author (nevertheless I decide to ask my dad about it soon). 8221; I smile, thank him I hug the author again, get back to my idyllic reading and work is no more a subject of anxiety. :-). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). RKN on an afternoon of forced retreat.
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A view through my window: July 2008
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A view through my window. Friday, July 18, 2008. Memories of the first crush first love - Memories shared with soul mates turned strangers, memory of those rains and summer afternoons shared with friends who are not on the radar anymore, memories of weddings and get togethers where a stranger meets the eye for a fleeting second and you are left wondering who it was for the rest of your life . Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Picture Window template. Template images by wingmar.
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RazorBlade Dreams: 55
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At the edge of darkness, are found slivers of serene happiness. Monday, September 08, 2008. Everyone I have come to know and love is transitioning, to new loves and new lives. I am the fool relentlessly moving on with my own life, clinging to fragile expectations of constancy in bonds that thin a little more with each passing day. Everything fades, and everything dies. Not so soon, hopes this fool. Etched, by Arcane. Ur beginning to sound vaguely normal. sumthing has gotto be wrong.wossup AC?
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A view through my window: November 2008
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A view through my window. Tuesday, November 11, 2008. Have u seen Men Blush? To start of with. I'm. Employed. damn i love it! My work involves a lot of creative growth and interaction with people of different streams, which is in turn happy! It is this aspect of my work that got me reflecting on this one. "have u ever seen men blush? Stuff about the simple and the like. teaches Physics! We were discussing the colour 'Black' and its associations . Me with my literature gyaan. Birth" . " hmm. Minute little...
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A view through my window: November 2009
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A view through my window. Thursday, November 5, 2009. Where are my words? Its been ages since i wrote. Wrote stuff that really mattered to me, my words have lost their muse - that was long back, over three years now, but i never believed i would reach a time when id write this - i just cant seem to write what i feel. why do words fail a person who lives by them and with them? But not the words! My muse walked out of me a long while ago and ever since i have dreamt of my muse every. Links to this post.
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A view through my window: On his absence
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A view through my window. Monday, August 4, 2014. I open my eyes to the morning. It's a day without you a day of mourning. Why is the mindscape steadily fogging. Why is this absence consuming absorbing. Tossing up things here and there. Blurred my vision, my thoughts bizzare,. I stretch out my hand. And there you are. Just a step afar. I open my eyes again. Waging the streaking sun,. Stretching out and grasping empty air. Thoughts of him, Nothing else and none. I give up fighting the sun pouring in.
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A view through my window
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A view through my window. Sunday, August 3, 2014. After the meeting, we decided to narrow down on what id wear for the show, so we went shopping. Yes him n I. And my god! The day ended. Thankfully. He held on to the gifts he'd bought throughout. I was still sulking. "what's come over you, what happened? He kept prodding. We then had an awful conversation about kids, family or the lack of both. There is a God after all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). After the meeting, we decided to narrow down on wh.
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RazorBlade Dreams: For The Fallen
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At the edge of darkness, are found slivers of serene happiness. Thursday, October 23, 2008. With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,. England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,. Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal. Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,. There is music in the midst of desolation. And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young,. 21 Octob...
