Musings beyond a show that took over my life for 30 mintues. Monday, September 16, 2013. Miss America - The Color of Victory. Would our collective enthusiasm be the same if she were a lesbian, or born out of wedlock to a struggling single mother, or a witness to gross domestic abuse? Is there really room to dissect the multifarious combinations, and claim as ours the good parts or worse, reject the whole as not ours? Saturday, November 17, 2012. But let me ask for once. What earns one respect? Use your c.

As much as the planets have a motion, speed and characteristics of its own, every member of the Mehra family has a life, pace and individuality of their own. However as much as the solar system binds those the together, the concept of family keeps these individuals together under one roof. Delete the cruise, the lovely locales, the sup.

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Once upon a time, there lived a girl called Twiggy. One fine day, she found her guilty pleasure. A certain daily drama on Desi TV. Middot; The Finish Line. Iss Dil Me Kya Hai? July 22, 2016. As promised, I am back! May 21, 2016.

Click here to go to the translation. Eby, a good samaritan, takes care of orphaned kids on the hillside village he lives in. His style is unstructured and whatever he makes on the side goes into feeding and sheltering the kids. This is a story Eby tells the kids about his constant companion, the flute he plays. Click here to go to the translation.

Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon. A Collection of Tales by Choti. A Prologue, of Sorts. Comments, are by no means required- silent readers are always welcome! But they are greatly appreciated. After all, these stories are for you, and if you are not enjoying them, then my work is pointless. I do hope you will press the like button as a silent method of appreciation, if you cannot find the words to express yourself.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

White Moon Chalked in the Inky Sky. Musings in the silence of the night. He looked out the window of the bus, allowing the ungentle wind to wipe over his face. Drawing in a deep breath, he watched a chain of streetlights, a few roadside vendors and houses that lined the roads, pass him in a blur. Leaning further towards the window he. Weighed down by sadness, he slouched in his seat and threw his head back. The cool metal of the rod touched his nape and he closed his eyes.

When Mala married Dilsher, the entire community was thrilled. One of the most beautiful girls, with her expressive dark eyes and her soft countenance, was marrying one of the most successful men in their community. The quiet ceremony in the temple with the bells tolling ominously behind them should have told Mala that something was wrong. But she was too in love to care. There was no pundit, no witnesses.