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.
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 !!!
Nepal - On a Shoe String Budget
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TRAVEL!
In our household the word has magical powers. We consider even the most
mundane trip something to look forward to and any hint of anything
out...
I feel old..lol
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Just randomly came here and scrolled down right to my first post ever
which was in 2005! Gosh, 16 years ago! How did all these years go by so
quickly.
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Night 1 of Me and Myself!
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Edit to add - this post is two years old...It was lying uncared for in the
Drafts and I had fun reading it. So, decided to post it.
I dropped off my wards....
just a horrible day?
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If someone asks me ‘how are you doing?’ (I mean really asks me, without
meaning to just say it, the way I do, when I bump into someone early
morning in the...
The earworm
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We had a power outage at work. Something major, evidently because a team
of four or five people arrived from the power company, after about an hour
of the...
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...
2 comments:
dint expect ur love to b so superficial :(
@ i7
and it is not. I'm very very passionate.
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