I hope, therefore I am. Deep in thought , deep dwelling in the ocean of her memories. Her feet sunk into the sand , so deep that even the fiercest of waves that lash at her feet would not. She closed her fist so tight protecting with such fervour, that her nails dug in deep into her palm. But she needed to let go. She needed to falsify the very.

I leave this blog a year older and a whole lot wiser. I thank god for putting me through shit, for that is the only factor that helps me to discriminate true friends from fake shallow ones and opportunist hypocrite creeps.

I often find myself thinking like different persons. Monday, December 28, 2009. Monday, December 21, 2009. As a college boy, I stepped out of the university, watched several city buses. Go as I waited for that single bus that connects my college and home. There were days I used to stand for an hour or more! Couple of years later, the bike I had, as well as ,I aged. I wait several minutes for the bus and forget the pressure to handle roa.

A cornucopia of vegetarian delights! Soup, Salad and Pasta. Thursday, June 13, 2013. Grated coconut - 3 cups. Dry red chilli - 1. Grind the grated coconut, roasted gram dal and green chillies with little water. Transfer to a serving bowl and add salt. In a small pan heat oil. Add mustard, once it starts spluttering, add hing.

Nature is just so beautiful, with such vivid colors all around us. And the best part is, these colors can be captured beautifully with not just our eyes but also as pictures. So here are some beautiful flowers. A perfect cup of Coffee.