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C'est la vie!!: December 2009
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A good book should leave you. slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. An avid reader who uses books as a solace to overcome addled state of mind and grown up responsibilities. View my complete profile. Tuesday, December 01, 2009. 2 states-The story of my marriage by Chetan Bhagat. Posted by Preethi Mahalingam at 3:44 AM. Altogether this book is a total breezy read. A story so central to many of our lives and reactions so typical of our parents'.I am not a great fan...Livin...
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C'est la vie!!: The Twentieth Wife by Indu Sundaresan
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A good book should leave you. slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. An avid reader who uses books as a solace to overcome addled state of mind and grown up responsibilities. View my complete profile. Friday, August 20, 2010. The Twentieth Wife by Indu Sundaresan. Posted by Preethi Mahalingam at 10:24 AM. I have read so much about this book and I definitely have to pick it up! Thanks for the review :). Keep up the superb work! The quote on the top. exhausted after man...
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C'est la vie!!: May 2012
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A good book should leave you. slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. An avid reader who uses books as a solace to overcome addled state of mind and grown up responsibilities. View my complete profile. Tuesday, May 08, 2012. The Leopard by Jo Nesbo. Posted by Preethi Mahalingam at 4:51 AM. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Received my first award from sumanm. The Leopard by Jo Nesbo. Judging and Being Judgmental (Or Plain Mental! Living life with red tinted glasses. The Quiz Fou...
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Naked Dreams: November 2013
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When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul. I take up the pen and pour my heart out. Saturday, November 30, 2013. Links to this post. On top of the world. Volcanoes to the core. Links to this post. Play a pitched battle. Links to this post. Thoughts - a waterfall. Of a blurry stream of consciousness. Links to this post. Ja hobe bole etodiner antahin protikkha. Je ateet aykdin bartaman chhilo,. Je ateet bhobishyot hote parto,.
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Naked Dreams: ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul
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When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul. I take up the pen and pour my heart out. Saturday, October 11, 2014. ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul. Meandering clouds, undulating-. Through a streamlined city. Hive of memories, packed tight-. Caught in a web. Scarred and shrivelled clouds, long unattended guests-. In your muddy lungs that stink. An enticing river, moaning-. Within your brain, a host of angels. Suddenly, One Day.
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C'est la vie!!: March 2010
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A good book should leave you. slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. An avid reader who uses books as a solace to overcome addled state of mind and grown up responsibilities. View my complete profile. Monday, March 15, 2010. The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. Posted by Preethi Mahalingam at 9:56 PM. Peter Solomon,a free mason entrusts a talisman in the hands of Robert Langdon. However little does he realise that a person out there wants to take possession of it and deciphe...
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There'sh a moshkeeto in my foog: December 2009
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There'sh a moshkeeto in my foog. And life's other trivialities. Sunday, December 13, 2009. Save it for a Rainy Day. The cover of the iPod felt hot and sticky in her hands. It was smeared with tepid faucet water and tiny specks of face wash. She tried to wipe the screen with the back of her hand and stared at the blurred screen. There was a roaring in her ears that was not entirely due to Bomfunk MC's Freestyler being played at full volume. She could not think, would not think. The deep breaths became sev...
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There'sh a moshkeeto in my foog: February 2010
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There'sh a moshkeeto in my foog. And life's other trivialities. Friday, February 26, 2010. The Candy Box House. Somehow, I knew. I just knew. The minute I was put together, splinter upon splinter, my joints secured by new shiny nails, varnish upon varnish, I knew where I was headed. How do I explain it? That's what she called me. The name was funny but she was my little girl and I would be anything she wanted me to be. I became her candy box house. In this one year I have housed dolls, stuffed animals, i...