Quite Heartbroken...

Imran Khan got married

:D

Well Avantika is one lucky woman!

Force majeure

Who am I, to be blind, pretending not to see them leave...

Been a victim of a selfish kind of love

I love these lines Part 3

The healing begins...

A new year, a new beginning, a new me

Inspiration comes in all forms. It comes, especially when with the start of a brand new year. A brand new day dawn before me. How do I live up to those idealistic, yet, realistic dreams that I have set forth before me? How do I fulfill all the promises that I have committed myself to? Will the road be any less hard to tread on the first leg of my three years?

Scared? Not really. Numb? Yes. Emotional? At times, especially during my one hour Baby Lily moments. But those instances are brief flashes of time in a day. Time for me to find peace while my guitar gently weeps. Time to look inside and pierce the hole inside, while I attempt to find answers to my million dollar queries. Time to ask – was it worth all the while?

Back on Track

I don’t know honestly. Making commitments, that’s easy. Following up on them is going to be one tough cookie to follow. I am determined though to try and be a better person. Least I can do in my already fragile incomplete world.

http://business.in.com/article/person-of-the-year-10/sandeep-tambe-protecting-our-flora-and-fauna/20752/1

Can I do it? Can I live my dream? Can I see it fructify after years of self-sacrifice? When is the right moment to cross to the other side? How will I know? How can I?

Doubt. Doubt. Doubt.

HOPE. BELIEVE. FAITH.



THE KILLER INSTINCT
Viswanathan Anand


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