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That’s my Mother. Threatening to shoot me with her walking stick. A deadly, give-em-hell look on her incredibly cute but roguish face. Triumph also, that she’s managed to get me in the sights of her gun. You can see it in the killer glint in her eyes. It is a game we daily play. Like the incompetent and bumbling Inspector Jacques Clouseau of the French Police and his sneaky and aggressive Chinese manservant Cato in the Pink Panther movies.
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In the midst of a world characterized by unceasing demands and boundless obligations, the art of saying no emerges as an invaluable skill.
She She bathes within it, her lavender scent, and I lie suffocating in it, her alluring fragrance, undeniably my weakness. Am I to be so eas
My ideas flow from my mind. Worms that consume me at all hours of the day and night Caterpillars transform into butterflies and fly away. While others devour my sleep.
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Summer and its soaring daytime temperatures have brought the Ice Gola and Sherbet man back into the business. Mid-morning onwards, I see him on the street corner. Ringing his bell. His pushcart of colorful bottles
Summer and its soaring daytime temperatures have brought the Ice Gola and Sherbet man back into the business. Mid-morning onwards, I see him on the street corner. Ringing his bell. His pushcart of colorful bottles was parked beneath a shady tree.
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It took resilience and much more to touch the sky for Captain Priya Jain. The moment she saw the Maharaja mannequin at the airport, she ran to hug it and gave a peck on his
It took resilience and much more to touch the sky for Captain Priya Jain.
The moment she saw the Maharaja mannequin at the airport, she ran to hug it and gave a peck on his cheeks. She was traveling to Kathmandu with her parents at the age of 3 when she had the first glance of Maharaja. Since then, Air India was her first love, and the childhood darling was Maharaja. The weaving of astonishing dream had begun.
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I stopped counting my days by 24-hour periods. There are no Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays in my weeks. Nor are there Saturdays and Sundays on my weekends. It is instead a matter of
I stopped counting my days by 24-hour periods. There are no Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays in my weeks. Nor are there Saturdays and Sundays on my weekends. It is instead a matter of good days and bad days. And my yardstick of measure to how good or bad they are, is my Mother. She’s 90. And has Dementia.
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Twilight. She arose to an early dawn... 4:30 a.m. I awakened a few hours earlier. It was the weekend. A cool, brisk morning. The moon, pale, dimly lit, lie near the horizon. Coffee was brewing, poached eggs, toast, crispy...
Twilight. She aroseto an earlydawn…4:30 a.m. I awakened a few hours earlier. It was the weekend.A cool, brisk morning. The moon, pale, dimly lit, lie nearthe horizon. Coffee was brewing,poached eggs, toast, crispy bacon, butter, and strawberry jam.I sat reading the daily newspaper, only momentarily, referencingthe headlines, a few sentencespast.
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The shadow lingering within my eyes remaining relatively still, moving ever so reluctantly and suspiciously every now and then, as if without intent to avoid further scrutiny, one who would rather not seek what would be defined as...
The shadow lingering within my eyes remaining relatively still,moving ever so reluctantly and suspiciously every nowand then, as if without intent to avoidfurther scrutiny,one who would rather not seek what would be defined as beingconfrontational, but perhaps one on an explorative mission,if that one were allowed to be so bold.
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My building watchman, all enterprise and enthusiasm, went sleuthing early this morning to find me Bhang for Holi. He is an industrious little man. For whom no odd job is too big or challenging. And I knew he would return successfully. Right...
My building watchman, all enterprise and enthusiasm, went sleuthing early this morning to find me Bhang for Holi. He is an industrious little man. For whom no odd job is too big or challenging. And I knew he would return successfully. Right enough. He came back triumphantly holding up a small pot. I gave him half. And had the rest myself. The euphoria has yet to set in.
Read More:- A glass of Bhang for Holi
My building watchman, all enterprise and enthusiasm, went sleuthing early this morning to find me Bhang for Holi. He is an industrious little man. For whom no odd job is too big or challenging. And I knew he would return successfully. Right enough. He came back triumphantly holding up a small pot. I gave him half. And had the rest myself. The euphoria has yet to set in.
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If I was a big man, meaning an affluent, powerful, and influential man, with deep financial pockets or inexhaustible corporate coffers, and if I had a voice loud and strong and politically purposeful
If I was a big man, meaning an affluent, powerful, and influential man, with deep financial pockets or inexhaustible corporate coffers, and if I had a voice loud and strong and politically purposeful enough to be heard as close as the Assembly and as far away as Parliament, I would hire the best legal experts in the country and sue the city. Because someone has to. And when I say city, I mean the inefficient lot of sad sacks elected to successfully administer, protect and maintain Mumbai.
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When I was a kid, she read bedtime stories to me at night and put me to sleep. My Mother, who will be 90 next Sunday, and who has Dementia, is now past the age and stage when she does any reading. But she will make a great show of sitting...
When I was a kid, she read bedtime stories to me at night and put me to sleep. My Mother, who will be 90 next Sunday, and who has Dementia, is now past the age and stage when she does any reading. But she will make a great show of sitting beside me in the morning and going through the daily newspapers while I have my first cup of tea. Asking me the same questions, telling me the same things, over and over again.
To the guys who understand; to the ones who desire to improve. To the guys who have had the guts to lie broken on the floor; to the men who have faced each change with bravery and purpose. They stood firm, naked in their truth.
To the guys who understand; to the ones who desire to improve. To the guys who have had the guts to lie broken on the floor; to the men who have faced each change with bravery and purpose. They stood firm, naked in their truth. To the guys who have given all and been left with nothing, but who demonstrate love every day, in every manner. To the men who have seen the darkness of a woman in anguish and shielded her in their warm embrace; who have tended to each wound; who have soaked in each of her tears, their very unique essence.
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It is a known fact that lions do not succeed all the time while hunting. Their success rate is just a quarter, which clearly means that 75 percent of them fail and succeed only 25 percent in their attempts. While the success percentage by most of the predators is the same, they do not give up on their quest in hunting attempts. We might think that their hunger is the reason behind their continuous attempts....storyofsouls
To have found you being as such; aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, If I were to further define... Attractive, prepossessing, one having a distinctive personality delighting one's senses. Silken... Your soft...
To have found you being as such; aesthetically pleasing to the eyes,If I were to further define…Attractive, prepossessing, one having a distinctivepersonality delighting one’ssenses.Silken…Your soft touch.Suffocating…In this manner, you leave me breathless.Elegant, your long tresses, the manner you are portrayedwearing a sequinned gown.Moonlight and madness. Your arrivalin the middle of thenight.
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When I was a kid, and reading was not just a pastime but an engaging indoor activity, Uncle Scrooge of the Disney comic book series was one of my favorite cartoon characters. He was a Scottish-born, American Pekin duck having human characteristics. Topmost among which was greed for more and more money. Named after Ebenezer Scrooge in Charles Dickens’s novella ‘A Christmas Carol’,---Storyofsouls