Thursday, 23 December 2010. Lived a deep-eyed soul which knows no foul. Long lurked the hunter, in his own banter,. Waited in the darkest of reed and paid no heed. The soul went wildering in a spate to find a mate. Out came the hunter with the choicest of splinters. The soul was made angel, and all what she was not. She cried like a child and vowed to tie the knot. An everlasting bond, a sincere voice. Was all she had thought. When you know not foul.

Clutching his favourite teddy, my younger one rubs his sleepy eyes and asks,. Yes, summer is here, and so are the holidays for the kids. My elder one is yet to join the wagon. Moms love it, moms hate it.

8230;Poddunne nidra lepe Pani ammayi raaledu ente? 8230;toaster lo bread toast chesukoni. Idly,dosa ki ayna nochukoni ee jeevitham anipinchedhi aa kshan.