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tete-e-tete: November 2011
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Friday, November 25, 2011. Poisonous Silence (Part 1). Good Who are we? The One, The Only! We are adraid. Of truth. And that's what we teach our kids. That it doesn't exist. When the child says he/she doesn't like milk, we tell them "No, milk is good for health. You must drink it.". Consequence: When...
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tete-e-tete: May 2013
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Thursday, May 30, 2013. My name is Amina and I'm getting married. My marriage got fixed. Suddenly everyone is concerned about my weight. I can never seem to get my hair right or buy the right clothes. Am I expected to put-on make-up now? My well wishers don't let me go out without being covered from ...
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tete-e-tete: October 2013
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Sunday, October 20, 2013. Let's just forget society for a while and all its rules and moral preachings and delve directly into what we see, hear, feel. And if possible let's get into the subconscious and maybe our evolution history. Or. Let me tell you a story. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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tete-e-tete: January 2013
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Monday, January 14, 2013. I stood there looking at the thin air before me. He had the look of empathy and consideration I had seen before. My eyes lit up thinking, This is it! While I said with a hint of enthusiasm in my voice, "Yeah! We need to put an end to violence against the fair sex. And we...
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tete-e-tete: A Bird's Calling
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Thursday, March 29, 2012. A bird may sing, a bird may cry. A bird may fall and she may fly. She sways away to the unknown lands. She lives in no place, neither air nor sands. But the lives she sees make her fumble. The sands of time make her humble. A part of her she shares with joy. The music of dusk.
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tete-e-tete: June 2012
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Friday, June 15, 2012. This is my story because I live. This is my story because I could have been dead. Today I went to the hospital. She looked week. She held me close to her and said, "Child! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Astronomy Picture of the Day. A student in the institute called life! I seek S...
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tete-e-tete: The Silent Protest
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Monday, January 14, 2013. I stood there looking at the thin air before me. He had the look of empathy and consideration I had seen before. My eyes lit up thinking, This is it! While I said with a hint of enthusiasm in my voice, "Yeah! We need to put an end to violence against the fair sex. And we...
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tete-e-tete: April 2011
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Saturday, April 16, 2011. It was just beer! It doesn't even contain much alcohol.". It's a nice beginning then."(Rolling eyes). I was very happy.". You forgot a lot of things in your happiness it seems. Chose a very nice way to feel your happiness and to ruin that of people who love you.".
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tete-e-tete: October 2010
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Thursday, October 14, 2010. Ashamed I am of the latest event. And it feels like I got bitten by a serpent. It tells me my love was ne'er love. And that avidity was way above. My heart is torn to pieces. And the pain only increases. Of all these years of penance. I can feel the sheer absence.
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tete-e-tete: March 2012
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Or private conversation is a consequence of the need of organization of the random but essentially thoughtful insights that one may come across in one's journey of learning but to which one hardly pays heed. Thursday, March 29, 2012. A bird may sing, a bird may cry. A bird may fall and she may fly. She sways away to the unknown lands. She lives in no place, neither air nor sands. But the lives she sees make her fumble. The sands of time make her humble. A part of her she shares with joy. You don't want y...
