Tuesday, November 1, 2016. You always look for triggers to write. I guess that depends on how true you were about yourself on social media.

Thursday, February 07, 2008. Monday, January 07, 2008. The below story is a figment of my imagination. The places, events and the newspaper columns are all very specific to London. I for one, do not believe, that column has any success rate at all. For more information on Love Struck, check this. It was quite dark, already.

I saw his hands moving slowly completing two words and the pencil touching his forehead, in deep thought obviously verifying if the words made sense and if he should continue with his sentence. I saw the tiny little pieces of paper that the eraser takes with it and the pieces flying away when she saw him blowing hard at them. There is nothing worse than wondering what could have been.

Yatra - A Journey through Life. When we travel, we capture images, words, thoughts, come across people, cultures, experience feelings of different kinds. and in the end reach a destination. Here is an attempt at recording whatever we can in a journey through life. Wednesday, July 22, 2015. Can you do something with him? Said Papua. I will buy her! You are as mad as her, you fool! We are both mad and simil.

After fighting a long urge of subscribing to StitchFix. I finally gave in to the craving and subscribed to it. So, what the heck is StitchFix. Based on what I asked for while filling out my styling profile, my stylist Yelena has sent me the following. It looked awesome because I love shades of Green! And looked perfect for the summer.

The women sitting in the next cabin continue to chant. Meera looks up from her book. 8220;When will they stop singing? I shake my head from side to side. I do not know either. Arun comes back and flings his backpack on the seat. 8220;Do they believe in feeding hungry strangers? .

Monday, March 8, 2010. The human mind is wierd. The kind of double standards that we follow are so amazing at times that if someone were to just call a spade a spade, all of us would just burn in hell. Which in turn will let me sleep in peace. Fair enough! But who decides the right thing? The fact of the matter is that WE do. Is crossed, that very line is erased and redrawn.

Coffee on the House! When it takes a lot of effort to write something, that is exactly when you realize that you have lost it. But am looking forward to do things non-blog. Been there done that . No more coffee on the house! Thanks for being around. For now, the story teller. In me will survive, I guess. Dard mein bhi yeh .