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vanajotsna: December 2012
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Sunday, December 2, 2012. Wishing upon a broken star. Before, before teaching myself to forget your voice, I wanted to believe in its power again, like I used to; but I have seen how hollow promises can be, how cruel mere sounds can be. You will put your arms around my shoulders and I feel I am yours. I’m standing on the top of that golden castle which has only a door that only opens to your whistle. My heart will write fairy tales in the air in which you are the prince and I am the princess. പാത&#...
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vanajotsna: How Beautiful It Is
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014. How Beautiful It Is. How beautiful it is to sit on a porch in your most comfortable clothes with your bare feet on that. Grandfather’s chair, a book in your hands and a whole night more to read. Do you know how beautiful is that imaginary world formulated by a series of reflections and the character gratings? Do you know the warmth of the cup of tea as it tickles the taste buds exactly when you are right at the middle page of the book? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). സŔ...
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vanajotsna: A NOTE FROM ME.....
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010. A NOTE FROM ME. I’m much more excited. quite. But I’ll miss it. The annoying ones.the moments we fought for nothing. the times we end up in tears. The funny ones. The smart ones. The silly ones. The awesome ones. The ones who’re half-normal and the others who’re fully crazy. or at least the ones I laughed.i prayed. For a season., a “dude”, a friend, an enchanter. The one who belonged to me. Here sometimes may end this hallway. No longer would I have to drift through peopl...
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vanajotsna: November 2012
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Sunday, November 25, 2012. Last day I was watching the movie, 500 days of summer! This being the 3. I remember about you, waking up earlier than me and watching me sleep and when I woke up and asked, "What? You said nothing ‘sleep’. I wished you ever told me ‘I love you’. I know you have loved me…. But I was not sure you did it. Or I always had a feeling you never did it properly. Thursday, November 1, 2012. 8221; she screamed. “What did I do to you? 8221;What should we do now, doctor? The words bounced ...
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vanajotsna: October 2012
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012. But soon, as I started to read the book I saw the reason. Because if you actually look, there is always joy in everything and there is always light. 8216;Remember me when I am gone away,. Gone far away into the silent land;. When you can no more hold me by the hand,. Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). ഒരു കുട്ടികാലം. കൈതോല പായ വിരിച്ചു. പാതി മയക്കം കഴിഞ്ഞു എഴുന്നേറ്റപ്പ...Beyond the barriers of morality. Tell me a story. Tell me a story spe...
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vanajotsna: March 2013
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Thursday, March 7, 2013. Falling out of a dream. It happened quickly; unusually maybe that’s why it was called Falling into love! The day before you were not in love, the world was different. The next day it was different and everything changed swiftly. You notice the small hairs sprouting out, the perfect matching shirt for your trousers, fitting of your suit. For the first time in your life you will notice that black dot near to your eyes and how smooth is your skin when shaved. പാതി മയക...Golden &#...
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vanajotsna: August 2014
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Monday, August 4, 2014. The delicious shacks, cheap beverages and romantic beaches, GOA is a perfect holiday destination situated in a quiet country setting. The beach shacks –truly a romantic retreat for couples under the blue sky and sea tides. Located just minutes from the major beaches luxurious and serene accommodations create a romantic getaway where hospitality is an art. At Anjuna we took two bikes for rent. (it cost us a bit:Rs250/ day! And we set for North Goa beach, guided by our GPS! Our hote...
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vanajotsna: Beyond the barriers of morality..
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012. Beyond the barriers of morality. The writer is not sure about the relevance of this post. It is not at all relevant. I have done everything everything I wished for. Every thing of ma dreams.And finally I m here. sitting in the sand. hearing the roar of the sea in front. I know I have attained so much.but nothing at all. I miss you. damn. I know, of all the. Giggles, pseudo smiles I m sure the real me is crying a bit; Only a bit i ll say. Moments, my life everything misses you.
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vanajotsna: Go Goa goan
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Monday, August 4, 2014. The delicious shacks, cheap beverages and romantic beaches, GOA is a perfect holiday destination situated in a quiet country setting. The beach shacks –truly a romantic retreat for couples under the blue sky and sea tides. Located just minutes from the major beaches luxurious and serene accommodations create a romantic getaway where hospitality is an art. At Anjuna we took two bikes for rent. (it cost us a bit:Rs250/ day! And we set for North Goa beach, guided by our GPS! Our hote...
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vanajotsna: Reflections!!
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Monday, March 3, 2014. Come closer and touch my face,. And see my eyes and nose and lips are not insensate. Open your eyes wider and face the wind,. Don’t look back, its dark. Listen to how musical the winds are,. And how blue too,. Listen to your heartstrings,. They are composing a melancholy,. Wait for a moment and help yourself to comfort them,. Drink a few extra glasses of alcohol So that the next day,. We can blame the malt and the obscure memory,. And continue the game of charades,. Who do we fear?
