She speaks a little too much. But that fine day, I found another outlet. And yes, you are partially right. This entry was posted in S-Man.

Life Is Like A Painting. We are all given an empty canvas when we are born. Yellow and orange for every moment of joy and happiness, for that race in high school that we won, for the nights we spent with incredible friends dancing or gossiping about nothing in particular;. Blue for the days when we were down and low, for all those Mondays we hated going to work;. We keep adding all these colors to our emp.

Tales told from behind the cloak of anonymity. Seriously, my life is fucking exhausting! Of the forced porn vrat. Of being driven by justice. Of the randomness of the world. These guys are relatively better off! From zero to zygote.

My views, my page, my world. Hi, my name is aregularindiangirl. Obviously, its not my real name because I am anonymous! This blog was started off because I had huge issues with Patriarchy and Misogyny. You may call me a feminist. You may call me a humanist. But I also blog about other things.

My love affair with Peanut Butter. As love affairs go, this one might not seem so scandalous. I mean, its just peanut butter after all. But then, its not JUST peanut butter. Yes, I get those kinds of thoughts. A small, fighter of a plant.

Islands, caves and hidden rooms! August 9, 2015. As promised and after much delay I am back with yet another Thai post. This post is on our trip to Phang Nga Bay, Phuket, my second favourite day of them all. First, of course, was tiger kingdom. We were picked up from our hotel at 6. 00 am Phang-Nga Bay is clos.

Be more than what you can be. A big huge welcome to my daughters! July 20, 2015. I am very happy to share a great news with all of you! Almost three months back, we were lucky to be blessed with twin girls! I and Puneet are enjoying parenthood immensely. I raise you my dear daughters,. With all the love I have,. To let you be,.

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