THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY. WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.
The Fellowship
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Quote for the day
"Fate it seems isn't without a sense of irony". What you do with your best intentions at heart can come back to bite you in your arse !
Credo quia absurdum - I believe because it is irrational.
I mutate too fast to be tracked !!! Any accurate description @ this reference time would be obsolete in no time !!!
My Middle Path
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* The Middle Path*
*It gives vision, gives knowledge, and leads to calm, to insight, to
enlightenment and to Nirvana. And what is that Middle Path reali...
2018 - Recap
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I always enjoy writing a re-cap of the year that was. It takes me through
the travails of the days gone and helps set realistic goals for what I want
to d...
Ramdev Baba and the marinaded mutton chops
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Last evening, Sheela decided to try a new recipe - marinaded mutton chops.
For all its innocuous sounding name, it needed many ingredients, among them
ba...
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...Yaad hai baarishon ke din the woh, aur pahaadi ke neeche waadi mein
dhundh se jhaank kar nikalti hui rail kee patariyaan guzarti thee.
Aur dhundh mein...
Random
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Went to the most boring birthday party ever yesterday ! No one knew others
at the party, the host had no clue about what to do.. Didn't have the sense
to i...
New Home
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Hello Friends,
Expressions of Life has moved to
http://tripstoroadslesstravelled.blogspot.in/
Please visit. Suggestions are always welcome :)
Love,
Diana
Someone once said, love is enough.
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When I loved you I wasn't thinking of what the future might have in store
for us. I wasn't thinking of all the crossroads we'll be at or that I will
not we...
Pilot Wanita Indonesia
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Pilot wanita indonesia ternyata sudah banyak dan saya baru tau. Wanita yang
menjadi pilot pastinya pemberani dan cerdas. Diantara pilot wanita
indonesia, b...
An Evening With My Memory..
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*Somewhere in the world tonight, there's no fighting. Somewhere in the
world tonight, there's no crying, there's no fear. Somewhere in the world
tonight,...
Desert solitude
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It was just a few minutes past that golden hour, when the sun rises from
beneath that rusty brown horizon, painting everything around it fiery
shades of...
Past...
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Like the stack of old letters;
The books you stored with care;
Past years grow old too.
The dust of memories gets thicker
Just like that layer of ye...
Hunting @ Bhimbethka, Bhopal
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Hunting @ Bhimbethka, Bhopal, originally uploaded by Prashant ॐ Bhardwaj.
This is probably a scene from a hunting scene during the middle stone age.
Notic...
At the receiver’s end
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When I was young, if we wanted to listen to music we used to turn a knob on
a Medium Wave radio and it used to croak out music at a pitch of its choice
dep...
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