They sat on the roadside bench watching the world go by 5 Since one said hello 5 till another would say goodbye Both wondering to themselves How slowly life moves How fast the years fly.
‘How was your day’ She asked , lovingly. That’s all she ever wants to know He thought , grudgingly. She missed being with him every second He was glad to get away. That’s the story of their lives Summed up
What are we if not the dreams we see. They makes us who we are, Change us for the better, give us the reasons to carry on. Everyday. Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone
Ever wondered how that line makes so much sense? How powerful is that word? How it can be a conversation starter between two complete strangers. Be the most important word you learn if travelling to a new city or the first
Like a predator from the dark alleys of doubts It over shadows my moments of self worthiness For joy is nothing but a momentary lapse of good sense And it fades away with the curse of unhappiness There always remained
The daily prompt threw this question at me , just about the time when I was turning a year older. So here’s what I think… Re-reading your favourite book a billionth time Or fitting into the good ole jeans some
talking doesnt always solve all the problems but it certainly makes one forget about most
Sometimes i wonder whats more backward , the degressive tone of media outside our homes or the closed – minded discussions on dinner tables ?
There is a strange sense of quiet around me. Used to wonder if its the proverbial silence before the storm. I practically killed a couple of months hanging around partly pissed off , partly pleased. fluctuating between a state of
yay! Finally . Work towards the personal goal is on track. and that’s not the only reason for all the dancing!! went for my first dance aerobic class after what … 10 yrs? i mean the last one i joined