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A Tryst with Myself: Eighteen :D
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Wednesday, October 8, 2008. Wrote this like ages back! For reminding me I can write :) It sounds like I am a 2 yr old /. Money in my purse doesn’t just go ching. A few hundreds are actually seen! There are times when I think. Thank God I am eighteen! With teen controversies, life’s not simple. World seems so hostile and mean. Calories, hair, and those wretched pimples. Why am I eighteen? Voting rights, damn clean! That was cute :).
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A Tryst with Myself: NPS - Batch of 2004
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Wednesday, October 8, 2008. NPS - Batch of 2004. Faces of old and faces of new,. People we know and people we knew. Growing together then drifting apart,. Always an ending and now a new start. At graduation we all grow nearer. And all our friends seem so much dearer. And as we say our goodbyes,. One last embrace and one more cry,. A "keep in touch" and a "promise I will". A "remember when" but better still,. We the class of 2004,...
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A Tryst with Myself: Four lettered words - i dont knw the meaning of..
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Sunday, September 2, 2007. Four lettered words - i dont knw the meaning of. Four letters. a powerful word. A sensation -A cut in your flesh, a bleeding wound, a gash in ur skin. Or a lack of it - A deep loss, chasm in your heart, an empty feeling. I stand in the rain. To numb my pain. Clutching tightly onto the sand in my hand, now trickling. Four letters. a powerful word. Or the million sacrifices for that one moment of happiness.
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A Tryst with Myself: October 2008
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Monday, October 13, 2008. Of Sea Shells, and lay ups. Listening to "Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatein - Rock on. Plus have had an overdose of matlab and c . Thats y the comment lines :). This is not a serious post. i realised i cud never write a post when i plan to write one. there is an unfinished post n i dont feel like getting back to it. */. Two places i love - the beach and the basketball court. Why am I afraid to be myself with ppl?
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A Tryst with Myself: Anger
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Monday, September 3, 2007. I m angry. I know the reason of my anger. But i dont know whether i m supposed to be feeling angry for the above mentioned reason. Hmmm. screw it. for once i dont want to gauge whether what i m doing is "right" or "wrong". like there is a clear distinction between the two. blah whatever. I m angry and if being angry whatever may be the reason. comforts me. or strengthens me. then so be it. September 7, ...
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A Tryst with Myself: My Petition for a cell :D
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Wednesday, October 8, 2008. My Petition for a cell :D. Again when I was in 1st yr engg. sad attempt! D Notice the sms lingo! I was 18 then :D/. This is my petition for the cell. My idea I will try and sell. And various reasons I will tell. As to y without it is hell! U and I try 2 get in touch time and again. But all efforts are in vain. And it becomes such a pain. That is y a cell is a gain. Phone lines in surathkal are 4ever bad.
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A Tryst with Myself: September 2007
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Saturday, September 29, 2007. I read this sentence in this book "Mr God This is Anna - Fynn". Your eyes are like windows. God makes u cry, when there is a lot of dirt accumulated on the windows. Tears help wash off the dirt and see sunshine. It probably is true. I always feel better after I cry. Monday, September 3, 2007. Sunday, September 2, 2007. Four lettered words - i dont knw the meaning of. Four letters. a powerful word.
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A Tryst with Myself: Of Sea Shells, and lay ups
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Monday, October 13, 2008. Of Sea Shells, and lay ups. Listening to "Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatein - Rock on. Plus have had an overdose of matlab and c . Thats y the comment lines :). This is not a serious post. i realised i cud never write a post when i plan to write one. there is an unfinished post n i dont feel like getting back to it. */. Two places i love - the beach and the basketball court. Why am I afraid to be myself with ppl?
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A Tryst with Myself: Tears
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A Tryst with Myself. I hope to meet the real me sometime through this blog. Saturday, September 29, 2007. I read this sentence in this book "Mr God This is Anna - Fynn". Your eyes are like windows. God makes u cry, when there is a lot of dirt accumulated on the windows. Tears help wash off the dirt and see sunshine. It probably is true. I always feel better after I cry. September 29, 2007 at 11:38 AM. September 29, 2007 at 12:10 PM. September 29, 2007 at 11:19 PM. Ahem i m human! I love ur posts! Four le...
