Naaval Pazham or The tree of memories. Its night; Dark and cold. Soon my wife Neetha came, embraced me inside her. I relaxed my head on her hair. She moved her hands through my hair on chest. I raised my head slightly and took the cigarette from my lips and moved into her hands.

Here is the final post about our Victoria trip. Whale close to our boat. Two whales from a distance. Once we were back from the tour, we went back to the hotel to get our luggage, and got on the ferry.

The car was almost as good as it was before the accident except for one vital component when investigators confirmed that the seat belt which was one of the few working parts of the car, malfunctioned after the impact and did not retract out. On September 8, 2010. On July 28, 2010. Compounded with the pain in my head, the rotating re.

I am the warrior tribe, I am me. Under the starlit sky, we sat together, many nights we spent in silence. Nothing seemed awkward then, nothing seemed unrealistic, nothing seemed heavy. I know you do not have the time for me right now, I know you need your being first.

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In Snippets of my Life. I have hung my stocking on the bedpost. Mumbled my brother, trying to keep his tears from rolling down. In Snippets of my Life.

I was second person to be interviewed that day. I asked the peon who escorted me if any lady member other than Madam was present so that I could wish in that order. I entered the hall finally after letting my heat beat with a reckless speed. M2 was retired bureaucrat I guess.

The tomboy who grew up to be a mom of two. Just rants, memories, experiences. The Great Indian Compromise Theory. Thanks blogaddada for picking up this post for Tangy Tuesday. Any good relationship cannot be built on compromises. In fact the person who compromises ho.