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The Midget Diaries: Shut up and be heard
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When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Friday, October 17, 2014. Shut up and be heard. But sometimes i feel if I don't write and get all my thoughts out then i end up blurting them out as these highly enlightened opinions and I am bleddy sure i sound like a fool. There was Parent Coffee at the kids' school yesterday morning. I am sure that one of my answers was the most convoluted one ever heard. Posted by Kumari at 7:14 AM. Nashua, United States. RT - The Arty One.
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The Midget Diaries: Book Review : Bitter Sweets by Roopa Farooki
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When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Wednesday, February 29, 2012. Book Review : Bitter Sweets by Roopa Farooki. Read it but don't be surprised if you've forgotten all about it right after. South Asian Reading Challenge. Posted by Kumari at 6:10 PM. Nashua, United States. A little girl who refuses to grow up and also found a little boy to play games with. View my complete profile. À à à à à ªà à šà à šà à à à Ÿà à. À œà à à à à à à à µà à à ˆà à à.
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At the receiver’s end « Twisted DNA
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Frivolous banter about life. A humorous look at Indian, American and Indian American culture. At the receiver’s end. When we bought our receiver a year ago, the first thing I did was to study the back of the receiver carefully. It took me half an hour to figure out that I was holding it up side down. Not that it made much sense the right side up. For the curious, the backside of the receiver looks somewhat like this:. May 29, 2009. Responses to “At the receiver’s end”. Feed for this Entry. Woh to bata ka...
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The Midget Diaries: November 2004
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When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Wednesday, November 24, 2004. Lunch time. It’s already 15 minutes past the usual gong but then Divya was caught in a frame of reference which was barred for me. You know there are two kinds of people ones who spend their lives in meetings and others who spend their lives waiting for people who are spending their lives in meetings. I belonged to the latter. Damn! I’d rather believe in the latter. My ordeal wasn’t over. Aft...
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The Midget Diaries: To hover or not to hover -- Day 2
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When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Saturday, December 08, 2012. To hover or not to hover - Day 2. The Implet is having a playdate. I went and picked up my BFF's daughter. Another Tamizhian. Both kids know and speak Tamizh really well. A lot better than many of their peers. Yet for some reason every minute they spend together they choose to converse only in English. Let her talk in whichever language she likes to. The kids are playing, don't jump in". Its my ni...
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The Midget Diaries: Orbis Terrarum Challenge 2013
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When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Monday, November 11, 2013. Orbis Terrarum Challenge 2013. There's nothing like a challenge with a bunch of friends to get you back on the reading wagon. And there is definitely nothing like a reading challenge to keep you off the blogging wagon :). Here are my snippy reviews since if I decide to wax eloquent, I am going to to be writing this till kingdom come. Iskender by Elif Shafak. You can read it once. There are some book...
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Mandira | Churningthewordmill
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Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. The house that was. January 7, 2016. For two years we called it our home. A badly constructed and ill-maintained DDA flat that we lovingly turned into a warm and livable space. Ideas and the spouse pitched in too. Of course, he couldn’t fathom why we needed anything other than what we had moved in with and we had countless “discussions” on this! As time ticks on. Neatly made bed meet haphazardly laid pillows. Mirror, mirror on the wall. We packed up our...
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Churningthewordmill | is reinventing herself! | Page 2
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Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. Gethia: A perfect getaway. July 15, 2014. Where must you go to get a dose of quiet? Tired of the grueling work schedule and the 30 km X 2 everyday travel, we wanted. Needed a quiet place to recharge our batteries, to talk, connect and basically vegetate. The Holi holidays found us on the road with packed bags heading north towards Gethia. We stayed at Two Chimneys. I think that’s the only place you. Two Chimneys came recommended by a frie...
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The Midget Diaries: I
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When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Saturday, October 04, 2014. Under mounds of smelly socks. In bowls of soup. I yearn to see it. Is there a place for I? Will i find it? Posted by Kumari at 3:00 PM. Nashua, United States. A little girl who refuses to grow up and also found a little boy to play games with. View my complete profile. À à à à à ªà à šà à šà à à à Ÿà à. À œà à à à à à à à µà à à ˆà à à. Orbis Terrarum Challenge 2013. To hover or not to hover - Day 2.
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The Midget Diaries: Where is the freaking OFF switch?
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When an illusion becomes your reality, then reality is nothing but an illusion. Saturday, September 08, 2012. Where is the freaking OFF switch? I wanted to write many things here. But they all sound contrived, too personal or out right stupid. It came out of nowhere. Burning all in its wake. Even the laughter hidden in corners. I tried to rein it in. Hold it tight to my bosom. But it scorched me alive. Like a broken pearl necklace. But the rage lives on. A silent acid stream. Posted by Kumari at 12:29 AM.
