Monday, January 4, 2010. its really anti-social, and sometimes. You know, I think that I am better off left alone. I do not need people. Who say they are my friends,. If you talk to me.

To my readers; I enjoyed this article very much. I feel compelled to share it. Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend,. Who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

Exploits, adventures, and tragedies of an ordinary woman. I look beyond the horizon of my soul, searching. For connection in the vast wasteland of my being. Restlessness, agitation rule my waking time. Dreams, insomnia tick away the hours until dawn. The tears come suddenly, frequently. They anger me, these unbidden rivulets. I have no right to wallow and complain. I did not lose my hair.

Sunday, December 31, 2017. A Blessed 2018 To You and Yours. As the year 2017 comes to a close, I want to wish my dear ones, my friends, and every shraddhavan. To call 2017 a year of utter chaos would be an understatement for sure. But the one thing that we need to take away from it, is our faith, our unshakeable, unbreakable faith. It is the same image of Mothi Aai, Maa Durga.

Books that made me a better parent in the year 2017. Ten in the new teen! The Curse of Trishanku.

Stories of my time between pen and life! February 13, 2016. My choice is my poison. My poison in my body. My body is my right. My right is my truth. My truth is my sanity. My sanity is my power. My power is my struggle. My struggle is my will. My will is my meaning. My meaning is my mind. My mind is my life. My life is my business.

The French Approach to Anti-Racism Pretty Words and Magical Thinking. Originally posted on Aware of Awareness. I first came to France twelve years ago during my junior year abroad. I was the first person in my family to get a passport and I could barely contain my excitement. In the winter of 2003, two years before the riots.

Just here to share some thoughts. thoughts that enter my mind like harsh winds, sometimes a soothing caress and many a times as dreams. There were screaming matches with my parents for every bio data I was forced to look at of ELIGIBLE BACHELORS.

Why do people try to even define or justify love? I mean it exist.

A world of Words by an Unknown Storyteller. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Evert Van de Beekstraat 202,. He stood there, watching her walk out of the Airport and stand for a taxi that had miraculously appeared without a summon. Funny thing was, h.