The end of an era. We started swimming at this meet when I was just a few years older than my 5-year old niece. 02 seconds from the real time on the clock! We thank you for all of the kind emai.

Never lose the child within you. Sometimes our life is like drawing straight lines on a piece of paper. We draw a thousand lines each day and most of them are imperfect and often cross one another. But in the end, no matter what kind of lines you draw, we must not forget to make a picture out of it. A life soaked in colors. Dreams of painting life with a thousand colors. Crashed to the ground like a bird with burned wings. Seems funny, and unworthy for others.

Glad am I that no one knew that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled. Friday, 30 September 2016. A Portrait of a daughter as the amateur Gardener. Are you one of those neo-impressionists,. Whose bold strokes and bright colours are. Defiantly applied on the mundane and intimate. Blood thinners, IV, Dextrose, ICU bills, MRI reports,. Haemodialysis, O2 stat, drug resistance, sepsis,. There is another part that is. Thursday, 26 December 2013.

Relationships, Words of Hope and Inspiration, Empowerment. And not as someone else dictates. Life It is all about you and no one else. You deserve to live a life of happiness and. We mourn the passing of Winnie Mandela. May her soul Rest In Peace. He or She Will Change.

Sharing Positive Thoughts, Poems and Words of Inspiration. Hope is that feeling that you keep deep within your heart and without it life is almost meaningless. To live without hope is to give up on life, so keep hope alive. Cherish the friends who stand by you in good times as well as the bad times.

The Identification of me Through Words. What happens when another holds our heart. Holding eternity within each other. Enlaced within these white sheets. The youth of our first encounter. Embedded within these aged footpaths. Are the declarations of our enchantment. Nothing more then start crossed lovers. But we never feared to love.

We sat on the edge of the railway bridge, our legs dangling over the murky waters, of the holy river Ganges, far below. The sun was low on the horizon, dusk was creeping up fast. 8220;Can you swim? 8220;Yes. 8221; She patted my head.

Now drape a cozy blanket around your shoulders. That, in an analogous nutshell, is this soup. Presenting, The Almond Butters.