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about a girl: 03/01/2009 - 04/01/2009
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. From strawberry to chocolate. From blue to red. From flats to heels. From frocks to skirts. From fast food to gourmet meals. From foolhardy to brave. From take to give. From dumbbells to long walks. From raincoats to umbrellas. From Nsync to Dylan. From pre-paid to billin'. From pubs to plays. From nights to days. From deo’s to perfumes. From tapes to itunes. From sad to philosophical. From happy to happier. Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Why I Sing The Blues. A million eerie * shudde...
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about a girl: 12/01/2009 - 01/01/2010
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Monday, December 28, 2009. The Man In The Arena. Theodore Roosevelt, April 23, 1910. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Man In The Arena. I draw my inspiration from ordinary miracles. View my complete profile.
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about a girl: 10/01/2012 - 11/01/2012
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012. A dose of reality. Mom has been living with me in my tiny apartment for over three months now. She came to visit me under somewhat unfortunate circumstances, with me being sick and all. I've noticed that she has single-handedly redefined selflessness with the care and support she has provided. Really aspirational stuff. Needless to say though, three months is a long. Vermont, derived from the French word " les Verts Mont. Along came the night. I love, love, love, black...
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about a girl: The park bench
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Tuesday, January 08, 2013. I wish you were sitting on that park bench. As I look out my window. Unaware as ever, you'd probably observe the passersby. While trying to make sense of a song and your life. I wish you all the beauty and joy. I feel, looking at you. Unaware as ever, this is probably what you want to experience. But you, like anyone, can only aspire for such feeling. The grass is greener, in this home of mine. One of my upcoming posts. There are. A few then. :). Nothing new up on the blog?
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about a girl: 06/01/2009 - 07/01/2009
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Friday, June 12, 2009. The art of losing isn’t hard to master;. So many things seem filled with the intent. To be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster. Of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster:. Places, and names, and where it was you meant. To travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! My last, or. Next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
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about a girl: Refresh.
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Saturday, February 21, 2015. Hi friends, I'm finally closing the chapter on this blog. * Sad face * . We've been such good pals through all of my US life. But now, I'm back in India and it's time for a fresh start. I hope you join me on my new stories and adventures at https:/ dreamingmoksha.wordpress.com/. Hope to see you there! PS: Don't be surprised if you still see some repeat stories from here. These are some of my most favorite life moments and will always remain close to my heart :).
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about a girl: 03/01/2010 - 04/01/2010
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010. Today, my friend Lynn tore a few pages of a writing pad and gave them to me. Each page had this image. A few lines that meant so much Lynn. Thank you. Friday, March 12, 2010. That line somehow remained in my head for the longest time. I took a picture I had of the "millionaire's view" and put it on my desktop at work. A colleague passed by and gasped "Where is thatt! Would you believe if I said Mumbai? The non-slum, snake charmers and elephants, part. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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about a girl: 12/01/2010 - 01/01/2011
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010. My brother won't ever let me forget how I broke the train set when I was a baby. HIS train set. I apparently grabbed the tracks and made tiny pieces of them. He always reminds me of this awful act at every opportunity. Every little family gathering he tells the tale of how I "DESTROYED" the tracks. In jest of course. To put an end to this track-trash talk, my sister-in-law and I decided I would buy my 2 year old nephew a train set for Christmas. My sweet, darling nephew.
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about a girl: 01/01/2013 - 02/01/2013
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Tuesday, January 08, 2013. I wish you were sitting on that park bench. As I look out my window. Unaware as ever, you'd probably observe the passersby. While trying to make sense of a song and your life. I wish you all the beauty and joy. I feel, looking at you. Unaware as ever, this is probably what you want to experience. But you, like anyone, can only aspire for such feeling. The grass is greener, in this home of mine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I draw my inspiration from ordinary miracles.
