Saturday, June 7, 2014. So, I generally lurk, read and slip away. When she came, s.

I was holding the small tender hands of Sera and started walking through the shore of beach . Sera was visibly getting irritated at the stinking smell and the disgusting site of garbage piled up at everywhere in the shore and she was trying hard to find a place which is free of garbage to sit and enjoy the cool breeze and site of waves. After hearing this, then gave a kiss on her cheek and answered her. It was the craze of books,.

Coming to America- New Hampshire. When we were on the verge of zeroing in on East Coast for our US trip, I was still in two minds because for some weird reason I always thought East Coast was made up of only skyscrapers and concretes! So a prospect of going to a land with no greenery to lift our spirits up, therefore, used to pull my excitement level down. Then I had a long chat with Anonymously Disguised. Driving on US roads per .

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A tongue-in-cheek commentary on the things that make us Indian. Posted by The Quirky Indian under Uncategorized. Sharell has already done a post on the Indian proclivity for spitting in public. And I quite like the numbering convention. That got me thinking about other strange Indian spitting rituals. Have any of the male readers he.

And now that you have, please stay! July 30, 2015. After-dinner walks and a what-if scenario. Many years back, while residing at Binnaguri, the L and M and I used to go for after-dinner walks.

Filled with Love, Flavor, and Fun. I will be posting other passages as I come across them. This quote is often accredited to Mother Theresa who purportedly hung them on the wall of her orphanage in Calcutta. People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;. Between you and them anyway. I stepped in the doorway to .

A medley of fiction and life! Books are for smelling! May 29, 2015. Have you ever opened a book, just to smell the newness of the paper? Oh yes, several times. It is quite uncommon these days, to find someone whose nose is buried in a real book, while traveling on the train.

It takes three to a conversation, me, myself and I. To live is the rarest thing in the world. I lay there waiting to hear a voice. Without you and I had no choice. At the thought of falling for your recurring disguise. In I talk with me. Of glitter is surely a delight but the more you blow on it, the more it blinds,.