Words of a thinker lost in the sands of time. He was like a fresh burst of air,. A year that started off. Like a wreath on Christmas. As I ran into my dearest place in the world,. There was something about the way you held me. As your strong arms enveloped my feeble body,. There was something about the way I unwound. As you put your chin on my head,.

There has been much going on in my personal life, changes and decisions being made and those posts are only appropriate for my mature blog. If you are 18 years or older, please join me at my other blog which I hope you will enjoy. Originally posted on A Blog About Nothing and Everything. She seeks to be effortless. To walk with grace and dignity.

Be proud of who you are! I am Nikita Prabhu. Born in Mumbai and brought up in Oman. I am 18 years of age and I have been misjudged a lot in my life. The Pages of Her Book. The clock is ticking Emotions are exhausting Time is unravel.

Why I Do What I Do. Wednesday, April 24, 2013. After a year or 2. life is getting more interesting. Havent really been frustrated much during this period so far. But I have to admit times sure sucked when it was bad. My dear little boy has grown a lot now. Not really that grown up. But he has grown considerably.