Girlie times-3 fond memories

Incident 1:
Till my engineering, I studied all my life in all girls’ institutions. We were four friends-Bhavya, Soumya, Theju and I. There was another gal by the name Tejaswi but this story is not about her.
Anyways, we four had known each other all our lives as we had studied together right from LKG. We were [...]

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Haiku

“How does one become a poet?” is what the postman naively asks Pablo Neruda in the great movie Il Postino. I absolutely love Neruda’s answer.”Walk as slowly as you can on the beach..and it will come to you- the metaphors”.
When I read Tagore..I wonder the ingenuity of the inner painter who can make such magic [...]

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of moonlight and memories

She couldn’t sleep. The alarm clock showed 1.30am.She got up and dragged her feet to the kitchen sink and got herself a glass of water. She stood near the kitchen window and drew the curtains aside. Moonlight slowly filtered in as if it were a thief. She looked out at the trees and the sky [...]

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where everybody is J.Lo

Tuesdays and Saturdays, I have cardio dancing classes. It’s held in a big room and more often than not, the class is jam-packed.
Its one hour of high cardio workout and our trainer is a small built European. She speaks very bad English but she is very sweet and a great dancer…and I forgot to [...]

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i wish i could…

My mom has written a blog about her secret silly desire and I thought of making a confession too.
I have half a mind not to write this post…as I know it would surely make people laugh at me. But then I’m a person who likes a good laugh and well…you all laugh enough at [...]

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