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Promises and Compromises | Black-eyed dreamer
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Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! The sight of the red American Tourister travel bag made her sigh out loud. The thought of packing for the big trip to Munnar weighed heavily on her shoulders. Yes yesthe 3 days 2 nights package! Munnar.yup. I knowMunnar never gets boring. HahaI rememberofcourse ,. Oh well, someone has to do it,. Honey, five T-shirts and three trousersok? She yelled. No response. Honey, five T-shirts and three trousersok? She yelled once more. Louder this time. And Pa...
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Gratitude | Black-eyed dreamer
https://blackeyeddreamer.wordpress.com/2014/04/26/gratitude
Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! Thank you for the dirty air and the murky water. Thank you for the noise blasting from all directions, quietly but efficiently eating my brain. Thank you for the dust that creeps up my nose as I walk home from work every evening. Thank you for crowded buses and jam-packed lanes. Thank you for the screeching, shouting, pushing, pulling, maddening crowd that greets me unfailingly each day. Thank you for haughtiness, spite, insensitivity and indifference.
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A Handful of Moons amid the Stardust | Black-eyed dreamer
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Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! A Handful of Moons amid the Stardust. We knew the answer already, probably more precisely than anyone else. Is friendship for me. I looked out the window and smiled at the night sky. My daughter had time. She would eventually work around the stars and find her moon. September 25, 2015. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». Leave a Reply x. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Give m...
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Return to Innocence | Black-eyed dreamer
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Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! The acrid smell of bus seatsthe mild fragrance of talcum powder rubbed ever so slightly on a chubby 8-year old cheekthe faint aroma of. And orange coconut chutney packed effortlessly by Amma in the tiffin box. The sweet perfume of childhood. The scintillating symphony of childhood. Seated on the front bench as always, she diligently placed her textbook on the table, opened the twenty sixth page and kept a pencil ready. She was a natural learner&#...
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Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! Season’s Greetings and Fading Joys. SHE – The Eternal Flame…. For my little lemon. Sweet Child of Mine. A Handful of Moons amid the Stardust. Krishnadas Narayanap… on For Dreamers. Renjith K G on For Dreamers. On Love a girl who cooks. On Love a girl who cooks. Blog at WordPress.com. For some quick, nutritious and tasty recipes. Give me a sentence. I'll write you a story. Life and death and sleeping on the ground. Here, we read and we growl.
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Strings Attached | Black-eyed dreamer
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Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! How are you today? Do you have any aches anywhere? What did you have for dinner? Where are the kids? Didn’t they spend time with you? Did you get your afternoon sleep? Through this imaginary forest of trees and tides, entered a soft polite voice. I see dark circles under your eyes. Not a sign of good health, you know . She gave that all-too-familiar rueful smile. Yes I will,. No goodnight kisses for grandpa? Picture Courtesy: Ben Sutherland ( https:/...
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Love a girl who cooks | Black-eyed dreamer
https://blackeyeddreamer.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/love-a-girl-who-cooks
Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! Love a girl who cooks. All assembled in their hiding places, waiting to be summoned by the gentle stroke of her hand, and whiffed for appraisal. Love a girl who cooks, and be prepared to walk blindfolded into the laboratory of her mind. Https:/ www.flickr.com/photos/suzettesuzette/4531812779/sizes/z/in/photostream/. July 10, 2014. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». 5 thoughts on “ Love a girl who cooks. February 26, 2015 at 6:18 am. Glad you liked it!
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Climb Every Mountain | Black-eyed dreamer
https://blackeyeddreamer.wordpress.com/2014/11/10/climb-every-mountain
Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! It’s time to let down everything you’ve taken up, and sit down for a while. Let the ink flow out to the paper. Let the frustration, anger and bottled-up madness spiral down and fall on the canvas. Sometimes, it’s important to listen to the voice of your heart. Not sometimes, all the time you’d argue. Well, ask yourself: Do you? Do you listen to the voice of your heart always? Do you chase every dream you’ve dreamt? Truth is, you rarely ever do. A Han...
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Jingle Bells | Black-eyed dreamer
https://blackeyeddreamer.wordpress.com/2014/12/19/jingle-bells
Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! Come Christmas eve and the children of Bakersville all came out in a single group, singing and dancing their way to each and every home. People expected to hear the familiar voices sing Merry Christmas and Happy New Year towards late evening, and cheered them with hearty applause and unfailingly, at least a one rupee coin. There were about thirty children, poor in appearance but rich in spirit. What merriment they created! Photo Courtesy: Dave John.
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Sweet Child of Mine | Black-eyed dreamer
https://blackeyeddreamer.wordpress.com/2015/11/24/sweet-child-of-mine
Simple li'l things fighting for space in a jumpy head! Sweet Child of Mine. There was a little girl, with as lovely a name as Ezra. She liked peanut butter sandwiches and roasted almonds. And illustrated books filled with riddles. She liked the smell of crayons and the feeling of painting books with colours. She loved the way her mother combed her hair and tied it up in two ponytails. She felt joyful when she woke up in the morning and dreamt of clouds and rainbows. But lately, all she did was fear.
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