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Maybe's a nice word: Letters to love
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Wednesday, May 08, 2013. She looked down at the small valley below the hill, taking in the small, colouful roofs and the winding roads. Tiny figures walked about, going to school or work, engaged in their lives completely unaware of her observant eye. We must look like that to God, she suddenly thought. Pleased with the thought, she proceeded to pen it down. The mountains would keep her secrets, and her heart. Anyways, the gist is:.
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Maybe's a nice word: I Will Protect Myself
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Saturday, December 29, 2012. I Will Protect Myself. Being a woman in India is a compromise, a compromise that we accept at birth. We are taught lessons of acceptance, of shame, of fear. We are taught to keep our heads and voices down, never to 'provoke', either with words or actions. We are taught that all men have vicious animals dormant in them, and yet that they are better than us. I will learn to defend myself as far as possible.
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The Funniness of Agony | pretty as you please
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Pretty as you please. Just another WordPress.com site. Speak Up, You! The Funniness of Agony. May 9, 2013. I love Ogden Nash. I think the man’s genius. Anybody who can create a poem with three words and make you actually laugh is. My introduction to him was through my English text book in school, with. This is Going to Hurt Just a Little Bit. Dedicated to dentists. It struck me as so true. This Is Going To Hurt Just A Little Bit. 8211; Ogden Nash. Because some tortures are physical and some are mental,.
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Maybe's a nice word: April 2013
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Wednesday, April 10, 2013. He stirs slowly in his sleep, his body fully relaxed and entwined with hers. With the foggy vision of dream-filled eyes, he looks at her for a long time. The love of his life, lying asleep in his arms. It doesn't get much better than that. She's still sleeping. Their children are curled up nearby. He licks his paws clean, breathes in a sigh of complete contentment, and goes back to sleep. New Delhi, India.
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Maybe's a nice word: December 2014
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Thursday, December 18, 2014. Their meetings were electric, secrets that she hugged close to herself. Every touch ignited a spark; every breath was an affirmation of desires granted. They lit up every time they were around each other. So this was chemistry, she thought in wonder. Each loved the hint of challenge in the other, the fact that this was no straight and simple love story which would eventually become mundane.
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Maybe's a nice word: December 2010
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Wednesday, December 29, 2010. What was that pesky knitting pattern? How do you make your patented dry fish curry? Do you really like him, or are you just saying so 'cause I do? How do both the ends of your Mughlai paratha join so seamlessly? Can you believe I have to wear sarees to work now? Can I just drop everything and come home? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). New Delhi, India. View my complete profile. Deer Park, Hauz Khas.
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Maybe's a nice word: His True Story
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Wednesday, April 10, 2013. He stirs slowly in his sleep, his body fully relaxed and entwined with hers. With the foggy vision of dream-filled eyes, he looks at her for a long time. The love of his life, lying asleep in his arms. It doesn't get much better than that. She's still sleeping. Their children are curled up nearby. He licks his paws clean, breathes in a sigh of complete contentment, and goes back to sleep. This is so awesome!
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Maybe's a nice word: March 2011
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Monday, March 21, 2011. I love this time of the year because the air feels like silk over your skin. The wind still retains a little bite, and the nights are perfect for long-winded stories and remembrances of a softer time. This year feels better, because there's a backyard to experiment with, plants to water everyday and birds to chase away. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). New Delhi, India. View my complete profile. Deer Park, Hauz Khas.
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Maybe's a nice word: June 2012
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Maybe's a nice word. Because possibility makes mornings more palatable. Sunday, June 17, 2012. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). New Delhi, India. In my 20s. Grammar nazi, writing about things that aren't part of a grander design. View my complete profile. Deer Park, Hauz Khas. Children are stand-up comics. The Fool's New Blog. What does a guy say to that? About the vague and the iffy, the things that matter not. About things I wish to someday be able to remember. And a few laughs along the way.
