My feelings, thoughts and the Rest. The Fiddler On The Roof.

This content is password protected. Back Buttons and Crazy Experiments. My latest tryst with Carnatic Music sees me hungrier than ever for the mysteries that lie in the deepest crevices of this vast ocean. Back in my childhood, I hated the very fact that I was learning Carnatic Music in the first place; but the thing is patience in life gets you really far.

The way we all r known to each other. शब द क आध म छ पत ह ए. ज न क नस ज ग लड़त ह ल ग. उड़त चल यह मन म र. ज न क तन पर फ ल ए. र त और द न घर न आय. ह कह प उसक घर. र स त त फ़ न क पहर. ज न द इसक जह पर ज न द ग ज़ न दग. क तन भ आ स बह ए.

Posted by satanifiedenthu in Uncategorized. Originally posted on Ashish Shakya. Dear Students Who Just Got Their Results. Maybe you are one of those pimply toppers, in which case you should know that six commuters just felicitated your photo with paan juice. Why I chose to gift her a plant? April 30, 2014.

I hope it would be a memorable ride, you and me. The time came when I started believing my dreams. I strangely connected with the boy in my dreams. It was something like I did whatever I want, through him. He was my only medium to carry my thoughts. My thoughts, who wandered randomly now, had a means to reach the destination.

Doorways in the wake of sleep. In dreamy reverie I rise and on my thoughts perch. A string of fatigue tugs at my soul, anchoring me. The auroral visions of yonder promise to end my search. But my numbing body blurs the visions that lead to thee. In my cauldron mind, cyclical waves of thought melt into a veil. Which interposes itself between my senses and conscious awareness. From unquenchable desire for gardens of enlightenment fatigue entails. Why do I make music? .