Thursday, April 23, 2015. Ruthi hui hai tu,. Ek pal mein maanegi,. Dil se hamesha hai bacchi. Aye zindagi tu bhi,. Dikhti sayani, hai kacchi. Ungli meri, chal thaam le. Jahaan mai chaloon, wahin tu chale,. Jahaan tu chale, wahin mai chaloon. Monday, December 01, 2014. Welcome to my little place in the world - Im so glad youre here! .

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Kiss of a December . January 10, 2013 by meethimirchi. Cold winter desires blown off. Months of the year challenge. January 9, 2013 by meethimirchi. All that stands now is. Tears without a sound, somewhere. In the dusk of night. Months of the year challenge. January 8, 2013 by meethimirchi. True love can breath pain.

Udaysingh tied the half full sack of peanuts securely with a jute rope and swung it over his back. The coarse jute rubbed against the side of his neck as he shuffled slowly toward the bus stand. The smell of dry mud, rubber, jute and sweat hung in the air. His knees creaked with an audible. As he boarded the bus. He had been delaying treatment for over a year now.

Gone is the girl in her teenage. Gone is the girl moving from a heartbreak! This year presents you a girl,. Fighting an uphill battle,. And coping with tumultuary crowd of thoughts,. Which keep restricting her from taking steps ahead,. Wishing for the positive to cross her paths. Learn to not be invaded by insecurities,. To have some level of faith in what she is! And t.

Sunday, July 27, 2014. Thoughts have hardly made sense in my chaotic rushing life. Is it a part of growing up or is it a part of letting go? So how has this new affair with life been? Waqt toh zakhm bhi deta hai. Waqt marham bhi ban jaata hai. Apne apne nazariye ki baat hai doston.

MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT ARE AS FOLLOWS. A first for first days. TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Looking at the clock I realized I had to rush if I wanted to stop and grab a biscuit on the way to work. I grabbed my purse, ran out the door, dug out my keys and then stopped dead in my tracks.

Finding light in the darkness. This is not a confession. This is neither a short story. Our reality, where you and me decided to spend our life. Of course we are alive, floating somewhere, and while you sit by that tree, listening to my melody, I look beyond the darkness to find a bright light, waiting for us, and that my dear, will either break us or make us immortal. We are in a room, sitting across each other,.

And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. The Wild Child Experiment, 2015. If you like pina coladas. Like one of your dainty, porcelain dolls, fragile and definitely apt to be broken by any reckless movement any day.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land. Do we walk or do we hide? Emerging to be a new tide or maybe just the fickle nature of things have tuned time and tide to hold us behind the shelves. The thought shrapnel tearing away your surface and we discover shards of hatred. Door to door,a foot after another will never walk you home, you need courage for closure too.