Join 2,397 other followers. Simple living matters most to me. Yet, life itself is too complex that even the simplest hopes and wishes of an ordinary farmer are fraught with hardships and obstacles. I do not belong inside the box because I live unlike other individuals who follow the norms dictated by the times. The rest is as human as any of you.

Thanks for stopping by reader! June 17, 2015. I wonder what is really euphoric, living or dying. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

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This blog is all about to share the criteria of live life with smile and help others. First of all sorry to my dear friends but I will not take this story too long and will conclude it here only . He just prayed in mind and started running as his house was just a KM away but that time the only KM was longer than miles travelled. But he did it he ran as hell .

The Elitist and a Proletariat. She was an Elitist, way off my league; I was no match to her. She was outside my comfort zone. The Elitist and a Proletariat.

Three Day Quote Challenge DAY 1. Three Day Quote Challenge DAY 2. Three Day Quote Challenge DAY 3. 8211; has something to be happy about,. 8211; has something to regret,.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. As she returns to the living room to join Rahul, she hopes that awkwardness has subsided. Did you miss me? Absolutely , Rahul replies. Now lets switch the subject and talk about the real issue here. Who knew that Sonal was a thug? She can over my house with a car full and a bat.

My life, mental health, food, fun, and anything else you would like it to be! March Madness Challenge Day 22. My Mum still shows vigour in many ways, to talk to us and to show what strength she has while the infections attack her body, her mind is still strong.

So, I write them down. What do you do when nobody sees the hurt in your eyes? When you realise nobody there cares about you? When you feel empty inside? When you feel broken? Tears fall on the ground. Words unspoken disappear with the wind. Thoughts are buried deep inside. Nothing in life is real or precious or worth anything, is it? That is all life has to offer. Atleast in my case, for certain.