Random ramblings of an impulsive mind. Random ramblings of an impulsive mind. A Note to My Younger Self. So delicately it drapes all things beautiful. You must let yourself be this simple. One spends too much time thinking about other people and how they should be around them. A Conversation with The Self. So it is a poem i have decided .

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.

php? A bumpy landing for a turbulent flight. The aircraft was dark and quiet, only my dry mouth and restless fingers showed any signs of life. Were there any other flights landing at that ungodly time? Bag One.

A silver boy he is,. Mini version of the father of the nation,. Loin cloth around his waist and bare footed he sat,. With the standard steel rimmed spectacles and a dirty green cap on his head,. Keeping his fast all day, excepting for a bottle of water,. Sitting on a dirty crowded street, amidst the loud noise of vehicles,. His only aim, to earn a note of the man he is dressed up as. Second Chances and Midnight Ramblings. And then there are other.

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22 writer by day and night. Posted in Ashtrays and Hearbreaks. Not him she fell for. How he lived a hundred tales. She fell for she knew. Even if life grabbed him by the loins. He would leave her with words. That would love her for eternity. Falling in love with a writer.

Tales told from behind the cloak of anonymity. Seriously, my life is fucking exhausting! Of the forced porn vrat. Of being driven by justice. Of the randomness of the world. These guys are relatively better off! From zero to zygote.

Islands, caves and hidden rooms! August 9, 2015. As promised and after much delay I am back with yet another Thai post. This post is on our trip to Phang Nga Bay, Phuket, my second favourite day of them all. First, of course, was tiger kingdom. We were picked up from our hotel at 6. 00 am Phang-Nga Bay is clos.

10 AWESOME things to do in Pondicherry. French street names, Colonial buildings, bright colored windows, cobbled pathways, graffiti splashed on walls, old-world cycle rickshaws meandering in a white washed town. Welcome to Puducherry or Pondy as it is colloquially called. A quaint French-inspired Union territory with gorgeous views of the Bay of Bengal, tucked away in Southern India, yet having a distinct charm of its own.

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