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Strictly for my friends: September 2006
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Strictly for my friends. Friday, September 29, 2006. It is the festive time of the year for all Bengalis. Four days of dressing up, eating out, meeting up with friends and family, romancing with that special someone and last but not the least pandal hopping to see which pandal is the most innovative and where the idol of Goddess Durga looks the most exquisite! If you want to know more about the festival click here. It's a site I found on the Net that is completely dedicated to Durga Puja. 1 I just cant g...
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Strictly for my friends: June 2006
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Strictly for my friends. Wednesday, June 28, 2006. A damn good writer. I wrote a review. On this great writer I have been following recently. She's Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni. A ll her books are amazingly beautiful! Posted by Strictly for my friends at 1:41 PM. Monday, June 19, 2006. This is a poem I came across that struck me like not many others have in a long time. It's great! Written by Maya Angelou. Read on! Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. But when I start to tell them,. The curl of my lips.
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Strictly for my friends: May 2006
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Strictly for my friends. Monday, May 29, 2006. I have written a post on one of the most amazing books I have read in recent times here. Tehmina Durrani's My Feudal Lord created a huge controversy when it was published actually forcing her to flee Pakistan and take refuge in England. I am hugely impressed with the book. Do check it out. I would love to hear your comments. Posted by Strictly for my friends at 6:05 PM. A lot of my friends are. They go to work even over the weekends! Sunday, sweet Sunday,.
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The Path: March 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, March 30, 2007. Hymn to the Night. I HEARD the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above;. The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes,. That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. Through h...
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The Path: July 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Monday, July 09, 2007. Moonlight on your face. And I see its glow. Perhaps you could sprinkle. Shreds of flames to me. Calms a lament heart. I see contentment in your smile. Carefree in your journeys. Every journey of yours. Shapes a meaning Humbleness. Core light of your soul. I wish I could learn. And you wait for no success. It’s granted to you. Freedom floats within you. Moon floats in the sky. Yet there is another side to the moon. A face of youIs frighten to appear.
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The Path: Magdalena
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A stroll down the path of life. Sunday, May 11, 2008. Echoing down through the corridors of time,. Upon the lap I hear the sweet songs and rhymes,. Hands gathered in the stroll to the glorious bed,. Her passions emerge upon sight of her stead. They wave and shimmer in the whispering breeze,. She nurtures the colors and fragrance of tease. Gathering their seeds as the blooms slowly fade. She dreams of spring when rebirth is gently made. One hundred one seasons had drifted away,. Sapna Anu B.George. But ne...
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The Path: September 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, September 21, 2007. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The chariots go forth to war,. Rumbling, roaring as they go;. The horses neigh and whinny loud,. Tugging at the bit. The dust swirls up in great dense clouds,. And hides the Han Yang bridge. In serried ranks the archers march,. A bow and quiver at each waist;. Fathers, mothers, children, wives. All crowd around to say farewell. Pulling at clothes and stamping feet,. Like chickens and do...
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The Path: December 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Saturday, December 13, 2008. It's in the snowflake skies of children's wishes. It's in the music of children's laughter. It's in the breathlessness of children's anticipation. It's in the faith of children's embraces. The magic of Christmas is here. In the childlike wonder of us all. Ebony eve, silvered streets. Lavender mist and icicle tears. Visions of velvet, crimson and jade. Golden glints in topaz thoughts. Color it Christmas. Give it with love. Come Home For Christmas.
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The Path: May 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Wednesday, May 14, 2008. The messengers–Buddha, Jesus, and others, not all of them known–were humanity’s early flowers. They were precursors, rare and precious beings. To sin means to miss the point of human existence. It means to life unskillfully, blindly, and thus to suffer and cause suffering. By the end of the century, the number of people who died a violent death at the hand of their fellow humans would rise to more than one hundred million. Responding to a radical c...
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Strictly for my friends: November 2006
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Strictly for my friends. Tuesday, November 21, 2006. I hate to do this. But I'm having to. I dont have a choice! I love blogging and I have so many blog friends that I've lost count. All of you come by and ask me where I've disappeared to. Believe me, I dont want to disappear.just have been forced to. Demanding professional life, demanding personal life.leaves me with precious little time for my virtual life. In my last post I complained about having no time. The problem persists. This is me signing off.
