8230; a canvas painted with the brush-strokes of my emotions and experiences. Tales of the little-big boy. It has been quite sometime since I wrote about the little big boy in our house. Our sonny-boy just completed his lower kindergarten and is all set to enter the upper KG this summer! This memory is from my.

Exactly what you were looking for. By The Girl in Blue Jeans. On the right hand corner of my screen. Waiting for that tick, that will help it go away. Actually, maybe not to Kuala Lumpur.

Bits n bytes from my beautiful life. Finally the madness comes to an end. Soo Relieved! But I am super proud of myself for finishing this. On another note, my holiday is over and I am returning back to Hyderabad tonight. I will terribly miss being with parents, sister and the cutiepie, at the same time, I am excited to meet S after a week.

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Emotional, Who Me? Of Paneer, Pulao and Pune. The other evening, I took home a Chicken Hot and Sour Soup. I have been suffering from a bad cold and cough lately, and Chicken Soup. I love the spices and the flavours of these scintillating dishes. And I never had problems with colour.

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We are now at a place where we have year around better weather than NYC and a play area in the apartment complex , so that is where Bandar and I find ourselves most evenings after school. The area we live in appears to have tons of desis and everyone is down at the playground with their kids most evenings. Wrong For some reason, neither group has embraced Bandar and I with open arms, yet. On another note, I realized that I am semi distracted al.

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Kitaabo ke panno ke beech dabe kuch purane khat bade dilchasp hote hai. Wo khat jo shayad kisi diary ke panno se lipat kar sapne bunn rahe ho. Par kaanton se zyada chubhte hai, agar chaho inhe padhna. Boond boond, har lafz. Yu ki chehre ka naksha badal jaaye.

All that cooks in my heart and head. An encounter with the Godzilla. So what does the brave, resourceful, independent me do? Yup, I sit on the bed and start crying. Well, atleast the payasam was out of my mind. So where was i? I stared and stared.