Madhavi is a happy go lucky street smart sweet daughter of a construction worker. Her mother tongue is Telugu. We live in such a society that we cling on to material stuffs and forget our values when it is most needed.

Sunday, January 12, 2014. And went off to sleep. And let go because that was the best thing to do. Ps This post has been written for the Indiblogger, Recharge your hair, Recharge your life contest in association with Sunsilk. Monday, November 14, 2011. How I wish i had those extra hours. Everyone will have their own opinions about .

Reflecting over life through weird, crazy, ever changing, euphoric, absurd, confused and at times impartial lenses -a journey of curiosity and questions with my two alter egos. as I try to fall out of the stagnation of instability. or the desperate attempt to remain. Trying to unravel the mysteries. or maybe just living them out. Malone, You Say? A Bitter Sweet Symphony - This Life. Why is a raven like a writing desk? Is it love if it needs to be affirmed repeatedly? He asked if.

Monday, December 10, 2012. That relief you feel when you see their eyes stunned and their faces pained - even if for a second - that momentary relief! That is what makes us say hurting things, to be mean. You learn it a second to late. You learn what you have done. You have to witness that look in their eyes whic.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. No good deed, goes unpunished. And Here Come The Video Posts.

Going through life like a butterfly with an identity disorder. Wednesday, February 19, 2014. We spent a week in the hospital. Today, even those scars are almost gone. It took ten months and two rounds of intensive medical tests a.

Saturday, November 9, 2013. I still find myself writing about you. Friday, November 8, 2013. Monday, October 21, 2013. I try to forget you and I succeed only to fail shortly after. Thursday, October 10, 2013. Sunday, May 19, 2013.

How have you been? May be then you would understand. And then may be someday you would manage to convince the world. I realize, and I hope you do too, that this is not working out. I never have enough things to say to you. Conversation is halting and awkward at best. I have a confession to make, all those late night office meetings were a lie.