October 23, 2011 by Adhitya Iyer. The Sun was unusually glaring as if challenging the already arrived Rain Gods. Aftaab had an intense love for. When gifted a box of exquisite local.

Saturday, February 2, 2013. It stays calm at least, not quivering in the fear of uncertainty. Controlling this fear, is not inherent of her, rather indifference has played its part in contributing to the calmness. Or just a tired sense of acceptance? Sunday, July 29, 2012. Sunday, June 10, 2012. He said it all in one line. is apparently still not a good enough reason to expect that your feelings will be always respected. Tuesday, May 31, 2011.

Monday, October 24, 2011. There are certain things you come across in life which leave you with nothing but a stunned mind and silence. Is one of these things. Gitanjali was a young girl diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of 14. She was a simple girl, from a simple family. She fought this humiliating disease for 2 years, until finally succumbing to it a few days after her 16th birthday. Afraid to shed their burden.

Sunday, July 18, 2010. I looked down at my shoes, silently listening to the gravel crunch beneath my feet, as I walked towards school. Ah, the gravel! By mid-day, I gave in. I answered a question in Mrs. Yeah- me, well, I had nothing. Tuesday, June 15, 2010.

Sunday, July 24, 2011. You stand at the line with the rest. The stance which is almost perfect. In your mind you know this is no test. All fingers on ground, knee bent down. You know this is what you do best. You know how this works,. On the count of 3 you run. Not when you put feelings into it. When the gun shot fires. Looking no where but the finish line. To get the start lead your heart aspires.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011. 8211; but afraid that it might tear, she just grimaced at it, gathered the clothes and left the terrace in disgust. She was going to break out of this. She had done it before. With a surge of energy and determination she walked out, changed into her outdoor clothes and went outside to take a walk. She saw a tea stall at the end of the road. Tea was exactly what she needed. Its warmth in this cold weather would do good to her mood.

Do yourselves a favour and go online to read this piece on the death of any form of intelligence in this country. No, this is not a joke. here we are now, entertain us. The fact that an underage ki.