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Really What Made Him that Man, The Man That He Was? August 3, 2015. I wondered, why were the emotions this high? Why was there a sense of void inside? What had He done that led to affecting us the way it did? I guess, one needs to be an Abdul Kalam for that. Many of us must have followed the coverage of His cremation live; I was no exception.
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The site had the following in the homepage, "When the mind fell in love with the drunken skies." I noticed that the web site stated " For years have gone and will go by, but we will always keep remembering the past, Tasting the bitterness and the sweetness it has given." They also stated " Secretly wanting everything back but always going forward making more memories to live by. Continue reading Time traveller. Falling in love is exotic, so what about falling out of love? June 8, 2016."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
Should I have noticed the bug earlier? Jenifer was resting her forehead on the wooden bench that lies vacant now and she was trying to slit her wrist using the topaz blade I kept on my geometry box. I thought she was toying with the blade.
Enter your email address to receive notifications of new Hues by email. A piece of self that brought peace! The sculptor and the sculpted. எனக க ம தர வ ய ஓர டம? October 2, 2016. ச ற ய ல .
The Art Of Falling In Love With Yourself! November 5, 2016. It is important to love yourself. Not in an I am okay when there is Valencia filter kind of way. It is important to truly and madly be in love with yourself. Love yourself enough to learn to take care of your own needs. Learn to make your ow.
An archive of my Favourite Things. A message from my Ex. Now and then I think of the times when we used to be together. You would patiently wait for me to wake up. Although you never said it out aloud, I knew I meant the world to you. I lay happily in the comfort of your bedroom. Sometimes, you would sleep with me beside. While I lay awake pretending to love your snores. Or rather, your passive ignorance of my presence. I helped you keep in touch with your friends. Or sometimes, on your sweaty laps.
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