simple stories of a collection of little lives... all woven into one larger story and lived each day at a time... the feeling of the cool breeze on my face, and the wind ruffling my unruly hair...the story of watching the sun set over a green hill, beside a dark lake...reflections of moments on a bench, with our fingers entwined into each other's...the feeling of a lump in my throat as my children hold on to my hand on a rough patch on the road...or... of falling in love...all over again...
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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Loneliness Celebrated
The lonely day is now my friend a lonely sigh, gasping for sound a lonely tear to cool my face as the wheels of time, come a round. ...
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Human mind, it's mysteries, it's idiosyncrasies and human relationships has always intrigued me. Has always come up in my thoughts,...
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মধ্যবয়স্কা ' হোম মেকার '... স্বচ্ছল... স্বামীর রোজগার মন্দ না ...বাড়িতে খান কয়েক কাজের লোক... সুতরাং কাজকর্ম খুব একটা করতে হয়না । ছ...
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Do we ever wonder, why we keep craving to go back to our childhood? Because of the simple way of life, the innocence, the ability to trust...

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