Chronicles of an arranged Indian marriage. This is a blog detailing about my adventures after consenting to an arranged marriage. It is a true story in real-time. And i need all the help to make the correct decision. My birthday came and went. At the end, it was not such a bad sad day. By evening, I was quite happy. I really really miss those days. Would I ever get it back again? Dec 8, 2011.

Pieces of my mind that keep falling into this webpage that at the end of the day leave me brainless. Much like almost everything that is written over here. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Wednesday, May 20, 2015 0. It was fun being around here at Blogger. Monday, March 2, 2015. Monday, March 2, 2015 0.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Saturday, December 27, 2014. Turning 30 has its advantages. Wednesday, July 9, 2014. Go back to America then! More on that in a minute. Time, a stoic reminder of my own evolution over the years. Why did I stop? Insidiously, over time Facebook became my poison of choice because.

It would be a cello. When I think of you. I would hold my songs. You kissed like the rain. By the sea and the stars. Some of us speak in cliches. Chronicles of the Runaway Poet. The seven stars and the solar year. Just living is not enough, one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

The skin was stretched tight, paler than the rest of her body. Das thought if he licked it, it would taste different from the rest of her. She sighed from somewhere above his head. He took his hands away and repositioned the nightie over her stomach before he kissed it for the third time that morning.