She had a beautiful garden plot with split-rail fencing, statuaries, established herbs, and a picturesque flood of yellow Iris, but although it could clearly be viewed from the kitchen, as a novice gardener I could see nothing little about it. Pickling rind from yellow watermelons.

After an unpleasant conversation which could hardly be termed as a conversation, early in the morning with a random man at the Jaipur junction after dropping my darling mother, I sat in the auto speeding through the open roads. I have rarely been on the roads at six in the morning. It has either been the hospital or my hostel. Needless to say, Jaipur is and will be a very pretty city. Mildly puzzled, I rea.

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Musings of all things little to small. It is difficult at times. You gaze deep into those eyes and they tear up. Some far away, some close, but nonetheless, all within you. Seeking quietness but defying your will, they rush to you, that laughter, those hums and grunts. They are oh so dear to you. A teardrop trickles down your face. The smell of summer and the warmth of that one soul sought you. A lullaby is heard, ca.