Required field must not be left blank - so. Monday, March 04, 2013. When quality was not just another word. Sunday, February 10, 2013. Saturday, January 26, 2013. The home ministry and the rest of the bureaucracy. Monday, January 21, 2013.

The new year has been ushered in. Year 2014 is the thing of the past. But, I am still reeling in the joys that 2014 has been. My mom visiting from India! The best of the reasons why 2014 will always be dear to me, however, is the gift that arrived at the very end of the year. Yes, He is here! We are a family of four now! Sounds so clic.

Endless Rain into a Paper Cup. Thursday, June 18, 2009. This is my condensed version of my very own Sunscreen. Go sing your happy song. Lie on your bed and listen to old favourites. Let go of the noises in your head.

Rantings of a freelance writer for tv. Started in a fit of unemployment-induced itchy fingers. Friday, February 23, 2018. For you, you motherfucker. First was when you said. You fucked me one way to Sunday. Second was when you stayed. You fucked me two ways to Sunday. Third was when you danced. You fucked me three ways to Sunday. Fourth was when you kissed. You fucked me four ways to Sunday. Fifth was when you left. You fucked me five ways to Sunday.

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Monday, September 5, 2016. I could see his teeth, I recently had lost mine. This new possibility played on my mind every single day.

The pizza contains pretty much all veggies I could lay my hands on. I was just whiling away my Sunday when I realized I want to make a list of this. 1 Drink good Colombian coffee.

Of friends, people and places and a rambling account of my own life. Friday, 23 September 2011. Books on Buddhism and Hindu Puranas. A unique and rare collection of theoretical and practical Buddhism by leading scholars like Edward Conze and Lama Anagarika Govinda and scholarly translations, - nearly 400books. Also a complete set of Hindu Puranas; a tale of birth and life story of Vishnu in various Avatars.

Clink, clink, clack. Went the monotony of silver-ware on china. It was a din so loud and constant, not a second did it slack. She sat still, her mouth stuffed with food. Beads of perspiration rolling down her forehead. Since eating kept her mood in check, as it should. Suddenly realizing the echo of chewing filled her ears, to deafness. Ahem, will you marry me? Oh, he said.