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There was once a little daffodil, Leaving beneath the great oak tree, Who was also her dear uncle Bill, Under his shade she drea...

I could die today, Not a  man who is all happy, But neither a man so morose. I could die today, Not a man who is free as a bird, B...

It is possible that in the tumultuous lives that we all live, so full of twist and turns and not so happy endings, we may lose sight o...

I have heard people mention several a times that the whole point of life was to let go of it, piece by piece and person by pers...

It was in one such night that I saw her, her real self her heart and her being. We knew each other much before and may be we were even ...

This happened some time back almost during the time of the last angst autumn. In my evening fiestas I used to gaze at the horizon, I...

Sensual is the art of love, sensual the embraces and sensual the silent sniffs of intoxicating aroma. Every moment I spent with he...

The past week was not so particularly good; with two funerals in a row you can expect anything from it either. I hate funerals for ...

Life is rather elusive yet we live it as if we know all about. In its rather innumerable strangeness lies its beauty and the very r...

Every journey is a new experience, no matter how often, no matter how short they tend to be. It’s not the journey that matters, not...

I have thought long and hard, whether to write about this or not, especially when what I have to say has much to do with another pers...

When I woke up at 5 am today, I knew I could expect great things today, and guess what I was not the least bit wrong. We were a trio...

Its is often a bit too much to ask for to have the ability to observe. It gives great option to the things that you see every d...

Severance is a pain that we all invest in. Every day, every hour, Year after year we live in its shadow. It’s not something we cho...