The files of agent green glass. Monday, June 13, 2011. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not a particularly pretty sketch. Just a small charcoal squiggly thing which I think one of his grandkids did at school and he signed for a lark. I should have broken the bank and bought it. But as usual, my middle class desire to watch my Post Office account grow at the speed of a snail shitting, dashed all my dreams.

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She is the same creature that wakes up next to the Frenchman every day. So, while all of this is running through t.

Saturday, December 13, 2014. Christmas Prayer - Soft as a Whisper. This post is one from the past that touched you as well as me - I hope it is meaningful again. This past week has been full of pressures and it has been hard to feel you at all. So here I sit this morning. The lights of the Christmas tree shining bright speaking of holiday, rejoicing and happiness; but I am weary. Is this how it has always been? Did you come in this m.

I think therefore I write! Paavani Bishnoi on Art, Crafts, Design and everything else that comes to the mind. The beauty and serenity makes it feel like heaven. Weather was cool and rain was just perfect to enjoy the vacation.

I lie, but then i lie,. You see what i see? The flickering light on the ceiling. Or meadows outside the window? The choices we make. On May 7, 2015. So yesterday I happened to read a tweet from Kapil sharma announcing that our very own Kapil Dev has finally decided to create an account on Twitter. I was more than happy to follow Kapil Dev, I like his frank yet funny views on Cricket after all. Now, I am an impatient soul and I really need .

Little drops of rain on trees gladdening my tired heart. Hungry bunnies chewing away, making me smile their way. The sudden cackle of birds, taking me by surprise. The little jump my tummy does,when a special one comes visiting my thoughts. The fragrance of a simple repast, left lingering on my hands. On one of our e.

My only argument was that I was going to leave in two hours so it should be ok. Seriously, I wondered hair on legs? Am I supposed to wax my hair now? Will the corporate world would make.

I spent my time painting, learning new styles and teaching. I got a chance to exhibit my paintings at the Alliance Francaise de San Francisco. They had never had one of their students.