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Reflections from the River of Life. Which translates to Environment Conservation. It was only after the cultural program that the chief guest was invited to speak. Not just with his words, but with his deeds. Before I get into the details of his talk I would want you to go through this short video. In his own words, he has planted over 1.
And of all the parlors of the world she walked into mine. Because real life gets boring. And those characters keep bursting out. Of course Tyler has a life I need to write about. It happens when you least expect it. And often when you never see it.
Stories of a Social Klutz.
Mainly short stories and theatre sketches. Plus a dollop of comedy.
Blog posts maker, potato pancake baker and a girl next door. How to pack like a pro. 10 Things I Like About. 10 Things I Like About. Ну, с началом семестра. И потому что реальна, и по характеру. Время от времени пересматриваю худ.
This thought emerged as a result of my reflections of chalanges of life.
Good Old Red Gallery in 2015, showing the black area under the window before I painted my 2nd sign. Last year I started making signs for Red Gallery. I worked there for about 2 years previously, mostly taking care of cleaning, runners and recycling. The managers were aware and supportive of my artistic abilities. I got some very useful tips on techniques and materials from Jay Kaes. Barbed wire sign to match.
Writing , Storytelling , Just being. Yesterday some of us got talking about the essence of blogging.
Life, Musing and Anecdotes.
ESL Lesson Plans for Young Learners.
My Forty Ninth Heartbeat -പ ര ല ല ത ത ഒര പ ങ ക ള ക കവ ത. How nasty the outside world was! The hundred of us.
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Like the early morning resolve. To live through another day;. The thoughts in the nooks of the mind;. Dancing gaily at a happy thought,. The unknown lift that fills the heart,. A blessing which does not allow me. To lay low or be vanquished;. The fire that kills the serpent of despair. My spirit is my bosom friend;. Undying, undulating, unending,. In the toiling charade of life. My spirit is my eternal mirror,. Showing me my true mettle.
Short Stories With a Touch of Lunacy. It was an early spring morning in Benaras. The freezing winter was slowly giving way to the hot and sultry summer. The Sun was worried today. He recounted the bottles of glory for the 7th time.