Naaval Pazham or The tree of memories. Its night; Dark and cold. Soon my wife Neetha came, embraced me inside her. I relaxed my head on her hair. She moved her hands through my hair on chest. I raised my head slightly and took the cigarette from my lips and moved into her hands.

Free ur minds from the shackles of the chained thoughts . Rise like the Phoenix from the ashes. Let the victory be urs. Hi, a lot of students and other random people ask me about my days at Amrita.

Hiiii, im just sorting this! Posted under 1 Comments. Would the boy have actually felt bad? Or did I do the right thing, by not stopping, so that eventually the boy would realize that no one would stop for him and revoke this habit of asking for lift? What if a kidnapper halts for him? Or if a molester tries to lure him with a lift? Am I justifying myself? Posted under Justifying Myself. Adapted to Blogger by Zona Cerebral.

On the quest of self discovery. Tuesday, January 06, 2015. Nirvana is an old idea. Tuesday, July 06, 2010. Has tagged me again to shake me out of my laziness! And I am happy to take up this tag. This one is about lisitng your sins agasint gender sereotypes. This tag requires you to list at least ten things you have ever wanted or done that your gender is not supposed to. 1 I do not flutter my eyes and charm guys.

My lil bundle of joy. Pictures from my cell phone and some ramblings to explain the shots. And then as time passed, my naani, chintu, one of my maama maami left for a better place. A part of the house froze and we stopped going as often. This year, I decided to take a week off and go to my naanis house to just be. I did not even carry my camera. Here are a few shots from my cell phone and ramblings to explain them.