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8230;and other things I love to do. This is me, using a large rhubarb leaf from my garden as a fan.

Celebrating the language of Black folks. This song went right through me. Amen and amen! February 12, 2012. Enter your email address to subscribe Chilepleeze! And receive email notifications of new posts. To my father and all the other good Black men out there.

Food of the world in Karachi, healthy fare for family. Delicious as a healthy nut butter for your morning toast, this WFPB vegan spread is super easy to make. Blend Store in the refrigerator. How simple is that? Vegan Fresh Vegetable Pasta Salad.

And yet here I am again, the fracture now deepened into a canyon of griefthe only relief coming from the river of memories flowing within. Another Angel in my Sky! I Love You Aai.

December 3, 2011 by Dileep. This is the text of my speech at the Wisden India launch. Distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen,. This is very much a new experience. With that out of the way, I shall endeavour to explain to you why Wisden India will make a difference. The players are at the .

A new day, a new year. Hello there, its been a while. 2011 has ended and like every passing year, it seems only yesterday when it came our way. My blogging sadly took a back seat due to the hectic college days, yet I hope to blog more often in 2012. Happy New Year folks! On January 1, 2012 in Life as a Karachite.

Photography and writing, sky reflected on water. One of the assignments for the Catholic and Orthodox Christianity Module at the Chaplaincy Institute. I am here in the sounding dark. I am the presence and the void. I am the flame and the velvet black. I lead you into form and offer you the gift of formlessness. I am close as the embers in your chest and vast as the fires of the night sky.

A young good-looking man, on his way to work, would pass by a certain balcony on Marriott Road. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of shapely eyes would wait to catch glimpses. No words nor glances were ever exchanged. So imagine her surprise when his people approached her people to ask for her hand for him. She saw no reason to refuse. The total cost of this hal.

New Spaces in Old Places. Ironically, we had set out with the intent to again paddle around the Old Mission Harbor at Haserot Beach. But with winds out of the east, there was more chop than we felt like fighting. Walking, Walking, Walking on Trails.