Dirty Hands and Cool Old Dudes. Someday Larry will have to retire completely but until then, he is honest and trustworthy and reliable and friendly and quite frankly just a cool old dude. A close friend of ours passed away somewhat suddenly last week. Another shining light in this world that for whatever reason, had to burn out too soon. And he could fix shit.

Saturday, April 09, 2016. Monday, November 03, 2014. Moving to a city is what I have wanted since long. I was that happy! Now if I was.

Among the many characters and the relationships woven into the great. Legend tells us that when the. Were considering waging war against the. For his friendship and wise counsel. Later, as the two armies stood facing each other on the.

I know I have missed out on recording a lot of your activities, dialogues and milestones. You seem to be quite popular among your friends and seniors as well. What do I say about you? On June 8, 2015 in Uncategorized. Woohoo Drumrolls and whistles! .

Life is a rainbow of colors and shades. all moods which show various rangs of my life. Monday, December 30, 2013. Perhaps the only thing positive about the year was my growing bonds with my family; first it was my mother then my brother and lastly it has been someone with whom I plan to start a family! Thursday, November 21, 2013. Tuesday, March 19, 2013. Sunday, January 27, 2013.

A Piece of my Mother. I looked at it and wondered where this piece was going to take us. I looked at it and wondered where it had come from, why it had come and what did it really want. I looked at it and on our way to the Lab, had a talk with the piece of my mother. I look at the piece again and sighed. Did you see what happened at the hospital last night? Did you see the baby that was the eye of the storm? When the visitors were done with him, they turned to my mother a.

I have been thinking about writing a blog for a very long time now. I have tried a thousand times to sit down and start typing it out, but I have always found some apprehension and fear in doing so. Would writing out the story of my life for everyone to see make it less meaningful? Will my attempts at self-representation come off as contrite or hollow? When nasreen was only a week old.