Throw them all into the fire! On February 19, 2012 by theburningpulpit. My Pa makes the silliest comments when watching movies. Nagagaya na tayo sa America. For better or for worse. In the Name of Love. Banging each other after a short verbal exchange regarding.

A menagerie of scribbled thoughts, memories, and favorite things. Sunday, July 26, 2015. And foolish though it may seem-. Here is one last faith in metaphor. And there whisper-sing her songs to the sky, to the distantly aloof stars, the insomniac clouds, the attentive moon. And when he spoke it was with a voice that reminded one of a perfectly tuned harp.

I had been waiting for this day since I found out that it could happen; Anand, a co-resident at Sangam House, was her publisher, and I mentioned that I might be in Delhi on a certain weekend, and it was my birthday, and so on. Packing, I had mindlessly put God of Small Things. I rang the bell and a gorgeous grey-haired woman answered the door. I was on the wrong floor. We had Kashmiri for l.

But this is not about how she loves wednesdays. There was this 2015 reading challege that I saw in Facebook. I reposted it and accepted the challenge, then just a few hours after I forgot about it. And here comes my first book of 2015. The story begins with a person w.