Saturday, 13 June 2015. This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55. The fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. The author of Hooked, Lined and Single. The author of Lemon Girl. 8220;Dear, you know when you see that pic an insane urge attacks you.

Home Tours and Decor Ideas. Friday, August 14, 2015. Happy Independence Day, India. On the eve of Independence day, with all the tamasha happening on all the channels regarding the OROP, this country needs a gentle reminder. Or like we say in Fauj. Art,illustration,family,kids,food indias independence. Wednesday, August 12, 2015.

A Lovely List of Blogs! Wednesday, 15 April 2015. Shreyasi told her friend that evening. She was rearranging the clothes in her shelf. Shreyasi recounted the conversation to her. Roshni listened to her patiently. She smiled as Shreyasi admitted that she loved Aagney. 8220; How can I, Rosh? 8220; .

Thoughts on life ,family ,food ,people ,books, writing, yoga and everything under and above the Sun . interlaced with Be-ing, Peace, Bliss. Where have you gone? Dear readers, I have some times seen missing person reports on the TV with a mix of feelings. How and why do people go missing? How are their families and friends bearing up with it? These are people of all age groups and ethnicities making it harder to figure out the possible causes. Simmer until golden and then store.

Sparkle the sparrow was upset. She had just had a fight with her best friend Molly the mole. Molly wanted to play in her burrow but Sparkle wanted to fly. 8220;I cannot go down into the burrow with you! 8221; cried Sparkle. 8220;And I cannot fly, I have no wings! 8221; exclaimed Molly. Sparkle went back to her nest and was brooding in her corner. Mother Sparrow called out to little Sparkle. 8220;Is something the matter, my dear? Mother .

I JUST HAD TO GO THERE. The next few days were spent in thinking about it, gathering my like minded friends together and adjusting a suitable time to go. what was this? If this was just outside imagine what awaited us inside! Two small.

Posting after a long long time. This poem is an expression of my passion to listen people and talk to people, who have something in common, it can be a common profession, hobby or just the mutual urge to know each other. This poetry is actually a reason behind attending conferences, meetups and poetry sessions, despite being a not-so-social guy.

At her la la land! Married to the Olive Green. The 12 Most in my Life List.