On May 10, 2013. 8221; I pull at his hair.

Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Arnav- Chapter One- Boom Bang Boom. From the Diaries of Khushi Kumari Gupta. So Payal got me this diary for my birthday and I have just never used it. This should make hiding it from all the nosy nelsons constantly wandering into my dorm room fairly easy.

Dive in the world of fantasy, only coming out gasping into reality. Never be entirely idle; but either be reading, or writing, or praying, or meditating, or endeavoring something for the public good. A fake engagement- a real wedding. 8221; Why is it that every time I try to do something nice for you, it backfires? 8221; Anjali asked her brother, thoroughly put out by his attitude that evening. Anjali continued, stuffing flower.

So finally, I got round to posting this. You can thank Ani this time. Anyways, so the Index is up there. Where it says Index of Chapters.

There is an invisible red string that connects two people who are destined to meet. The string may stretch or fray or tangle, but it will never break. The Index of Chapters is at the top of the page.

Love sought is good but given unsought is better. Not that it could be called a request, thought Iris as she made her way down the stairs and into the drawing room. Alessandro may have said he was requesting her presence but in truth, it was really a command. And her dress enhanced her curvy figure. Her breasts looked plump and ready to be plucked. A fierce wave of possessiveness took his body as he looked at her.

The eyes only see what the mind knows! Skip to primary content. A look at another year together, not a busy one, still better than nothing. A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,400. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the complete report.

I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds. Life is hectic at the moment.

A Journey Of Self Discovery. To sun rising from ashes,. It lives on; it soars,. The person you once were. The person I once was,. We found you and I,. Looking forward to reading this journey again on your beautiful blog.

I thought this was a kitchen garden. said Khushi as she fumbled with the shovel. It is he said, his attention focussed on rooting the mint sprig. Why am I planting chrysanthemums then? She said, not a little frustrated. She was expecting to hear his footsteps, but instead she felt him walk towards her, kiss her top of her head before walkin.