A Window to my World [VIII]
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It would have been fun, and a departure from what I usually do when writing,
to start this post with a quotation, but I truly cannot remember any at the
mo...
Contended
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Hardly the Winter of our discontent. As dusk falls ever faster I feeling
more at ease with myself and the paths I tread. The other day we chatted
under the...
Potty.
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i want to be comical about my situation here but even the title doesn't seem
to help. not yet, at least.
if i were back in kolkata, or if i were in a good m...
No One Else
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*I dreamed I was missing*
*You were so scared*
*But no one would listen*
*Cause no one else cared*
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*After my dreaming*
*I woke with this fear*
*What ...
Do small things, with Great Love
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I was fortunate enough to attend the lecture given at my school by a very
charming person, Dr. Jarrod Spencer. He spoke about love. The very emotion
and fe...
And this too shall pass.
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But when?
When can I stop pretending that I'm happy?
When can I start living my life like it's mine?
When can I start being myself again?
When can I start b...
look at your man, Annie
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Many a sad life story is to be heard among the customers at the Little Shop
of Harmony. Many a sigh have I sent up to God as I see refugees struggling
to m...
Love is...
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1. A bar of Bourneville you had remembered and cared to bring just
because I had happened to express a desire to taste it.
2. The shoulder I c...