Since school years, I used to enjoy the literature classes, be it English or my native language, especially the ones on poems. Gosh, he is the best. Only he, can say it all! If only he has lived longer! Are my colle.

I read a chapter and set the book down, finish the cold bit of coffee at the bottom of the mug. I check myself in the mirror, slightly move my tie and push my hair across my forehead.

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A Tale of Two and a Half. I started my job hunt.

Ever increasing bucket list of dreams. Something, yet not really anything. Bullies and mean people are everywhere, breathing and moving as we speak. To write or not to write.

This is my travel blog. My last blog loosely outlined my first impressions of India and my travels to the Golden Triangle; the subsequent destinations would prove most helpful in solidifying my opinions of India as a whole. Delhi, Jaipur, Agra. People still really like Pepsi here.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013. Finally arrived to bring a cheer to my grey. Sweet as melody, fresh as dew. Soft as velvet, your skin seems so new. Far in the distance,. You slowly go out of sight. I call out to you, with tears in my eyes. You give no answer, but just pass by.

For Monsoon the World Awaits. The sound of water thumping a tin roof is one of the most exquisite sounds in the world. In this world of granite and cement, I very rarely come across the music that played incessantly in my ears fifty years ago. Why Stop Myself Here? Photog.