This is where I get to speak my heart out; since I am a self-confessed mad, wacky alien, the conversations may range from vaguely amusing to outrightly insane. 8217; What do you think? My aim .

The old man was done packing- instead of leaving him satisfied, the emptiness of the house created a profound sense of loss. Wet balloons, and a heart beats.

This paper was presented at the International Youth Library, Munich, in 1998. Since it is not possible to write about the narrative tradition in all Indian languages, I shall focus on Bengali,. The next genre in prose narrative is R upakatha. The next section, Upakatha. Scraps from an Old Letter. It had been raining all night and continued.

Random Thoughts of a Sentimental Fool. Amidst the heights of all bouts. In the shadow of all doubts. When the night is more than dark. And your torn heart is more than hurt. When all they paint is black. And the path is never flat. When life tastes like a bitter pill. And it seems you could never heal. When time seems to stand still. And robbed you off your own will. So never ever see little of yourself! .

Posting after such a long time. Time well spent in academics, with family, friends and my own self. Well I feel a little off the road these days. I feel I am not mentally stable. I have weird thoughts, even more weird dreams. Love can be a faithful drug! November 6, 2016.

039;Cause she is a Lioness. 039;Cause she is a Lioness. Why Boredom Is a Blessing. You are in the classroom and your teacher is showing you a power-point presentation when you see that small icon on the corner which shows 10 out of 75 slides. Immediately, You are thinking how long will you be bored before you can escape the class. You are sitting on a swing And you start givin.

Are You A First Time Leader? April 27, 2016. Anyone who has known me for some time now, knows about my multiple relationships through the life; from my VIth Std.

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