Festival preparations:
You know how it all starts.
You paint one.
then two.
and then too many.
Painting is addictive.
At the end of it, you love what you have done.
On Diwali day:
There were colors,
and smiles.
there were gifts,
and designs.
A few light fireworks,
for young and the old,
and there were lights
big and small.
Even if you are away from home, Diwali cannot be spent alone. [...]
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Posted in Fun, Pictures on October 10, 2009 | 14 Comments »
Of my recent holiday. If you haven’t already forgotten.
the green fields and the blue sky welcome us…
a pretty carpet and ugly toes
Hero n I can sit here for hours together, drinking in that view. Making sand castles in our thoughts, the ones that do not get washed away.
With the ugly toes covered, my feet aren’t [...]
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Posted in Goodness, Pictures on August 10, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Its just a coincidence that my favorite author is so incredibly good looking. With all that went in The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns, I had imagined this man to be old and experienced. ‘Seasoned’ would be perfect to call. But there he is, raw as ever.
I love that stubble.And that smile. And [...]
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I am supposed to be answering the country’s most competitive MBA entrance test this year. Some 3,00,000 odd students appear for it and if you are one among them, you can reliably count me less of that scary figure after reading this post. I am slightly clueless as to why I am ‘appearing’ for the goddamn [...]
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Posted in Love, Pictures on June 26, 2009 | 8 Comments »
I am surprised how even after three full years, how the feeling of just-fallen-in-love hasn’t eluded me. I still eagerly wait for every SMS you send, still save the cutest ones. Once in a way, I read up all that sits in my inbox, the oldest as old as Nov ‘07. And the earlier one year [...]
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.. I leave home. I say my happy good-byes to Mom, Uncles and Aunts. No one has a moist eye. Not Mom, not even me. But I know that we are the saddest to part. Dad is his usual happy self. A little over-concerned about how I manage to cross roads in Bangalore when I [...]
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I never had thought that someday I would long to go home. The way I do now. I remember how happy I was to leave home, how excited to live away, how thrilled to earn, how euphoric to travel, how content to live independently. Today, I want to run back to parents, to hear my Dad snoring in the nights, to see my Mom [...]
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