anupampatracontemplates.blogspot.com

i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com

July 2012 ~ Solitary Contemplations

http://i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com/2012_07_01_archive.html

The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Jul 3, 2012. She was smiling as I chased her around.Her legs carried her puny frame fast enough, but not fast enough for me to catch up. Yet, I slowed down to let her feel as though she was unreachable. But, when I heard her falling short of breath, all it took was two strides to catch her by her waist and haul her up on my shoulder. The sounds of our laughter rang in my ears, even after she lay in the bed with the wires running around her failing body. I am br...

deekayrites.blogspot.com

I see, I feel, I blog: The Twin Failures

http://deekayrites.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-twin-failures.html

I see, I feel, I blog. A place to vent out my feelings. Tuesday, June 3, 2014. By the way, if you are wondering about all this, let me give you a brief. I was a. Not so interested in studies. When we reached home, mom. About my health. After all, I had been sitting on the answer sheets for 3 days and at any rate, I had to get it signed and return to class teacher the next day, the pressure must have been telling on my face. My answer sheets of Maths and Science. Okay, so what. But I could see that he was...

ilakshee.blogspot.com

It's Just Me: Travel

http://ilakshee.blogspot.com/p/travel.html

Life as I see it -with all its frills and fancies, sometimes threadbare, sometimes overwhelming- poignant and charming. My travel stories that have opened up my world. 1 Of Putolas, Dolls And Poppenhuis. 3 From The Alps To The Swiss Riviera - Interlaken, Montreux, Lausanne. 4 Switzerland Day 1- Interlaken, Trummelbach, Lucerne. 6 Docuzentrum In Nuremberg - Ruminations. 1 Vaishno Devi Shrine Katra. 2 Romancing Ross In The Andamans. Andaman and Nicobar Islands). 3 Living In Leh. 6 Yielding To Colours.

ilakshee.blogspot.com

It's Just Me: July 2015

http://ilakshee.blogspot.com/2015_07_01_archive.html

Life as I see it -with all its frills and fancies, sometimes threadbare, sometimes overwhelming- poignant and charming. Sunday, 19 July 2015. Image Courtesy Clipart Panda. It was the button and the hole that did it. Of that old and comfortable jeans. When the twain refused to meet because the kabab. Euphemistically employed for the flesh), for a change, played the spoilsport, the alarm bells went ringing. Damn! Should have oriented to the selfie taking mode! And at my maternal home at that! Healthy sprou...

ilakshee.blogspot.com

It's Just Me: May 2015

http://ilakshee.blogspot.com/2015_05_01_archive.html

Life as I see it -with all its frills and fancies, sometimes threadbare, sometimes overwhelming- poignant and charming. Saturday, 30 May 2015. Romance In The Park. What a lovely morning it is, isn't it! She bowed to the old couple stretched out in the snake position on the grass. They waved back at her. It is so good to see you! May God bless you! She smiled at an elderly man in the middle of his breathing exercise. Her smile stretched to brighten up her face with fine lines that wrinkled at the corn...

i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com

Captivated - 55 Fiction #4 ~ Solitary Contemplations

http://i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/04/captivated-55-fiction-4.html

The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Apr 18, 2012. Captivated - 55 Fiction #4. She looked at me with sad eyes even though her lips were half smiling. The same look which had captivated me for years, which had me tethered here. But now, I wanted to leave, had to. I stepped out of the house, while my unfinished painting of her, turned to embers along with her memories. Image courtesy : A travelogue in. October 8, 2012 at 9:18 PM. October 15, 2012 at 5:39 PM. October 9, 2012 at 4:56 AM. October 15, 2...

ilakshee.blogspot.com

It's Just Me: March 2015

http://ilakshee.blogspot.com/2015_03_01_archive.html

Life as I see it -with all its frills and fancies, sometimes threadbare, sometimes overwhelming- poignant and charming. Sunday, 8 March 2015. Malvan Notes 5 - Life In Malvan. This post is the last of the Malvan Notes series. If you haven't already been through them you may like to read the first. It was the Konkani homes that consolidated the magic which was spun along the route through the alphonso mango groves on our first. Sudha's blog post on TulsiVrindavan. At Kolamb Bay Jetty. A couple of steps up ...

i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com

Tattered ! ~ Solitary Contemplations

http://i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/04/tattered.html

The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Apr 1, 2012. Surrounded she was by sisters and brothers of her kind. Yet, her heart yearned for a company, albeit of a different kind. Bored of the same old conversations with her siblings, she sighed loudly “ I wish for someone afar, who would tell me the tales of a different life, of a different existence. Wishes and dreams, they say come true eventually. And one day, when she heard the stranger approach her slowly, she knew her dreams had come true. Even tho...

i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com

Compassion ? ~ Solitary Contemplations

http://i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/05/compassion.html

The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. May 25, 2012. There were cold stares, no doubt and each pair of eyes radiated as much hatred as anybody could muster. The sea of hostile eyes was not something she had not expected. What took her by surprise, was that single pair of greenish brown eyes of a stranger. They seemed to be giving a knowing look, a look of apathy and compassion, almost. She drew several pairs of eyes on the walls when she felt she couldn't take it. Was not the right word. For was ser...

i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com

March 2012 ~ Solitary Contemplations

http://i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html

The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Mar 28, 2012. Coiled threads of memories intertwine with jumbled emotions just like my fingers on his hair. Nothing has changed over the years. He still sleeps like a smiling angel. Wasn’t it just yesterday when I set my eyes on him? Love at first sight? No, I was already in love even before he made his dramatic entry into my life. It sure is a symbol of new beginning. Or is it a perfect ending to the relationship we share? 8220; Just like old times. But, he is...