Time is flying, be a butterfly to live your dreams! May 11, 2015. Fairy once told me how the love feels like. Like a bright sunshine that welcomes your day. Like summers and spring that take you to the bay. Like a full moon under the sky, like everything real that happens. Like everything real that teaches you lessons. Fairy oh fairy, can goodbyes last forever? Like memories that never fade.

8220;sannaata hai ya shanti, aap hi batao Baabu. two, which makes me silent. That you will not be reading this. but i heard somewhere that peace. All of us are okay. Goes on to resonate our last conversation.

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Hi All, Happy New Year 2015. So I surrender, for I am yours! August 25, 2013.

8230;our own Truly Madly Deeply. There is this pair of bird keyholders with their own lil homes and he knows when we are out the birdies are out and when we home them home. They have whistles in their tails and he learnt so quick to use that too. There are these moments he spends chasing around his chachu and mausi and all his grandparents, which vibrates so much more positivity and love all around. We are finally HOME! N my sweet lil s.

Emotion threatened to betray her resolution. Yet a craven lass she was. Colleagues knew naught of the turmoil she waged within, and none cared enough to care either.

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I walk on the sand washed by the waves,guided by no footsteps. Whether I leave any footprints or not, I am content that, I had the courage to tread the path I set my heart on. When I became the Resonner. Nature is a poem minus words,. A thousand chosen couplets,. From the dreams of the Gods. Diamond dew, on flowers frail,. And their shadows on the soil.