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
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Sometimes...
it often happens... no head shakes please... and yes, sometimes it often happens that the past comes back to bite you... and when it does so, it goes straight for 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...
6 comments:
OUCH!!!!
I know what that feels like
n often its just notfair :)
@ anu
not fair at all... very dark and wicked...
@ isis panthea
de ja vu happened... to explain in terms you would understand, the bite is worse than a tiger's but not as bad as that of a crocodile... :D
P.S: the days of a dozen injections for a dog bite are long gone...
Ummm..deja vus are pretty cool. Its like a temporary total loss of..ok nothing :p.
@ searchinformrmojorising
The only thing missing right now is a piece of my heinie :P
i know a good plastic surgeon...
@ second_wind
I don't have any insurance and I'm as broke as can be...
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