Just like a lit matchstick. Of the roller coaster of life. And you gotta gather up. Not let it conquer you. And make that heart burn of pain. A burning light of hope.

A teenage view of the world. A few days ago I was contacted by a lovely new blogger, Autumn Accepts,. And was asked to write a guest post for her. And do you know what I saw? Well, I saw my bedroom walls to begin with. Painted dark brown, pretty cute right? I looked to my right. I see a window, looking out upon .

With a huge sense of pride, the third generation would narrate how their grandparents had crossed the borders. There is a Lahore Driving School in Delhi. People on both sides are consciously trying to preserve this fact of migration. The images of the past, the nostalgia are still being invoked, after 67 years, aft.

Two sisters, assorted books and miscellaneous other items. Mini Reviews for all the books I read in the last few weeks. Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award. The Wrath and the Dawn- shimmering prose and magic carpets.

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Nightmare dressed like a daydream.

A step into the mind of an amateur teen blogger. When I finally did, fate was not on my side.

My housemates are amazing friends and we had such a good time.

And I think I am in love with the very idea of loving someone. Yes, she was trapped in a bell jar.