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Symphony: July 2015

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July 30, 2015. I've stopped believing in happy endings. I vouch for a happy journey now. I've stopped praying for a happily ever after. I'd rather be happy now; happy today. I've stopped weaving dreams and plans. I'd rather do something I love daily. I've stopped thinking of the so called future. My horizon extends to just the end of the next week. I'd like to believe I'm getting wiser 😄. Posted by Sweta Giri. July 14, 2015. Staring out into the velvety sky. A gazillion different thoughts in mind. Imper...

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Symphony: August 2015

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August 16, 2015. Building conversation out of the blue. And perpetuating like the flow of water. From good mornings to the day's happenings. Butterflies in the tummy, incessantly. Amazing how human beings come and go like sea waves. Posted by Sweta Giri. August 4, 2015. Fingers wrapped around my warm coffee mug. Oiled hair tied up in pigtails. Woollen pajamas keeping me warm. Gazing up at the grey sky. Grateful for this time off by my own. Posted by Sweta Giri. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Relate To That.

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Symphony: September 2013

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September 9, 2013. On being HIV positive. If you test to be HIV positive, who would you confide in? This was what I was asked during a HIV story telling session, a part of the "Logos Hope - World's Largest Floating Book Fair". The Logos Hope ship is huge and houses a book fair; the ship visits various ports around the world, hence the name "World's Largest Floating Book Fair". The ship is docked at the Colombo harbour currently and has over a million books for sale. Here's the story in brief:. Section 3:...

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Symphony: The first job

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July 5, 2015. Making my way in through the corridor. Already feeling the adrenaline rush. Once in, pen on paper. Ears wide open to histories. Hands working craftily at examination. Breaking drug ampoules by their neck. Ripping out syringes from their polythene packaging. Drawing blood, filling in forms. On my toes, one end to another. One patient to another. Admitting some, convincing some and discharging some. End of my shift. I thank God for making me choose Medicine as my profession. As Happy As I Get.

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Symphony: Reverie

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July 14, 2015. Staring out into the velvety sky. A gazillion different thoughts in mind. How it came to be. Or why it came to be. What will become of it. Where it'll lead me to. Staring out at the velvety sky. Hope, happiness, apprehension and doubts running wild. Yearning to hear you breathe, me breathe. Staring out into the velvety sky. I need to know it's real. Posted by Sweta Giri. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As Happy As I Get. I Relate To That. Imperfectly perfect - simply being me!

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Symphony: Human waves

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August 16, 2015. Building conversation out of the blue. And perpetuating like the flow of water. From good mornings to the day's happenings. Butterflies in the tummy, incessantly. Amazing how human beings come and go like sea waves. Posted by Sweta Giri. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As Happy As I Get. I Relate To That. Imperfectly perfect - simply being me! LoteY's : straight from the heart. PaSsu Diary- Journal of an Ordinary Bhutanese.

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Symphony: October 2014

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October 21, 2014. The heart has a mind of its own. Has needs of it own. The heart yearns for love. And it's mind, for attention. The heart is fragile. By the lack of love, attention and ignorance. The heart is fickle,. Thanks to it's own mind. It'll forget just as easily as it forgives and cherishes. The heart has no mouth. It communicates by beating with that of its soulmate. When this mode of communication is obstructed. It works like the superior vena cava obstruction. When overwhelmed, it explodes.

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Symphony: May 2015

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May 26, 2015. I wake up to a thundering sky. Bright white lightening streaks. Creating flashes of brightness,. The breeze, as cool as cool can be. As my ear attunes to the splattering raindrops,. My eyes feast on the changing colours of the sky,. Shades of grey being painted, layers upon layers. Thank you Rain Gods. For the much needed respite from the heat. Now I shall enjoy petrichor. Posted by Sweta Giri. May 21, 2015. Posted by Sweta Giri. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). As Happy As I Get.

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Symphony: October 2013

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October 12, 2013. Officially (and successfully) completed my fourth year in medical school today. And ended it by doing my favorite part of this course - watching and assisting kickass surgeries in the theatre! A myriad of thoughts are competing among themselves facilitated by my limbic system and so far, not one feeling has reigned supreme - which leaves me thoroughly overwhelmed. These feelings/thoughts I'm referring to, includes:. 1 The joy and satisfaction of successfully completing fourth year.