tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519633455880915002014-11-26T14:53:08.354+11:00Sameera Ansarinoreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-9213994711173944372011-10-07T15:28:00.008+11:002011-10-10T12:16:17.525+11:00

I have been on a reading spree lately and A Waiting Wave by Kulpreet Yadav, a good blogger friend, captured my interest. This is Kulpreet's second novel, having published The Bet in 2006. The novel is set around the December 2004 Tsunami, when the protagonist Harrison Massey (Harry) launches into a tumultous, introspective journey in the Andaman & Nicobar islands. Harry is married to Kareena,

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Royal Botanic Gardens

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It's been a while since I let you knowHow much you really mean to meAnd why the world is a better placeBecause of your tender love & careIt's been a while since I sat to traceThe path we have traversed so farGrowing together and as individualsFulfilling dreams, weaving new onesIt's been a while since I thanked HimFor the serendipity of sending you alongAs a friend, soulmate and so much moreAnd

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This article has nothing to do with Anna Hazare and his campaign(s). It is something I felt I had to voice out. First, take in these two scenarios :*Sydney, Australia; last weekend. Was at a burger joint on George Street with hubby, awaiting our order. A middle-aged cop walked in, smilingly waved at the doughnut counter girl (who recognized him and smiled back) and placed an order for a

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It had been a long day. Mike glanced at his watch; she was due any moment. He smiled to himself, it would be worth the wait. The dahlias in his hand were in full bloom. By the time the train pulled in, his heart had transformed into a fluttering bird. It seemed just like yesterday…They had met in the very same place exactly an year ago. It was a pity she lived in another city, not that it made

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For now I am here, treading this heathMind and body and soul, flesh and bloodWrapped together, a miracle of lifeLiving and loving, caring and sharingFor now, let me be, as life beckonsTo experience another day of destinyUnraveling vistas unknown, unheardWhere the music of life plays for allFor now, there is none to intrudeAs the stream of thought trickles bySprinkling the light of aged wisdomUpon

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No am not back, but I had to put this up for my Angel Nanimum aka Preetilata :)It's said that the thought is what matters, hope this simple wish carries the song of my heart and the voice of my mind across to you dear. God Bless You always!

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Since I was a little girl, I had always dreamt of an ideal friendA friend as sweet as a fairy, like fresh cream from the dairyThose were the exact words I had in mind as I set to find herIn the hope that one day she will come into my life's storyYears passed and I made many friends, good, better, bestThankful to God I am for them all, who nourish my inner soulBut none can be there every single

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We all perceive love differently. For some, it is a way of life, for some it is a part of life, for some it is life itself. I first came to know about Valentine’s Day in the seventh grade and fourteenth of February was never the same again. With each passing year, my friends and I would eagerly look forward to V-Day since the first of the month. Back in school, my perception of love was to have a

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"...and they lived happily ever after", concluded Sia, tucking her daughter into bed."That was such a sweet story Mummy", murmured Ritu, sleep playing in her doll-like eyes."Are they still happy?"The door yawned ever so lightly.Rahul had come to collect his wife."Yes they are", smiled Sia as their eyes made love.*Image Happily Ever After by Snigglefritz

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Looking out her window, she saw the world passing by. A world where she felt like an alien. They looked and spoke like her, yet there was something that held her back from calling herself one of them. She had moved here two summers ago, to live her dreams, but had not been able to savor anything truly, not here in this land she had fancied for ages. She was not ungrateful, this place had given

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Do we have to use the escalator Mom? Five year old Dan looked up at Sofia, eyes round.We have been over this a thousand times. Get moving Danny, unless you want to miss the start of the movie.But Rob said…He was making it all up to scare you.What about Mary, Jessica and Simon?They know how easily provoked you are.What about that story in the papers Uncle Fred was taking about?It was an accident

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Hello friends! As some of you might already be knowing, one of my short stories has been published by Sai Kiran Publications in an anthology titled The Eleven, which is to be released today :)This is the first time my work is coming out in print and I hope you will all encourage me and the ten other bloggers who are a part of this publication by ordering a copy and/or by spreading the word.You

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Hard to believe that another year has elapsed, time simply flies! Anticipation of the new year is there, but not much, given the situation of our country, and the world as such. What with the recession looming large, violence all over the world with the innocent paying the price as usual, and talks of impending war between India and Pakistan, the festive cheer is kind of hard to invoke.Talking of

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It's the festive season, the world is a hive of activityHappy faces all around, blooming and smiling I seeCarols sung in earnest, gifts being wrapped to sendJoy and spirit in the air that nothing can transcendLights so bright, shining in glory for everyone aroundA jingle here, a tinkle there, not a place is sans soundCelsius dropping by the day does not quell the moodWafting from every window,

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From where I stand, I see a countryBound in prejudice and biasNot ready to let go of;We need to be free firstTo free another;The question isJust how muchCan SheWait?P.S. This is my first attempt at a Nonnet, inspired by those written by some friends lately.*Image The Heart Of India by MrGuitarPlayer36

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Friends are one's greatest treasure. Lucky is the man who can value true friendship and preserve them in the ever changing face of life's conundrums.It's been an year and a half since I started to blog and I have seen and learnt a lot here. My social circle has expanded and lateral thinking enhanced. Though I never thought I would get attached to anyone on a personal basis on this platform, I

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Hello Friends! I am sorry to have done a disappearing act. Was away from the net for a month, and it actually was a very relaxing change, lol. Thanks a ton to the dear caring buddies who left concerned mails and wishes. Will be around to all your blogs shortly and start posting soon. As to what I had been up to all this time, pictures are worth a thousand words :)

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Autumn hues colorTwo hearts beating togetherAwaiting union*Image Friends Will Be Friends by nensha

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He: I loved the starsShe: Me too He: Wait lemme explain the picsas of my understanding She: Ok tell me:)He: First pic is ur song. U wrote a songShe: No it's music!He: N then some tree heard it n dropped its fruit on the ground not bearing itShe: LOLHe: Then after singingShe: Ha haHe: U got butterflies in ur stomachShe: :XHe: So u decided to write a novel instead of eating coz u were fastingthen

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Ok, so the Big Bang experiment is underway and what's more thrilling than the experiment itself is all the hype surrounding it. Today morning, I thought nothing of it when I woke up. At about three in the afternoon as I sat chatting away with Cindy and Lena online, I felt the bed shaking and the first thought that struck me was, This is it! I just grabbed both my phones, ran to the door, and

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In life, many come and go. Those who leave a mark in our memories are one of a kind. Because they made a difference knowingly or otherwise, in some way or the other, even if they are no more a part of the story. Whatever they were capable of they gave, and took as well. All relationships have rifts, what matters is how we manage to seal them, sooner or later. Sometimes, even the most strongest of

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From your first kiss that made me stretchTo those osculations after fervent prayerI treasure each thoughtful & loving gestureWiser any day than the wisest soothsayerWhen we were deemed to be by ourselvesYou filled in best you could as a confidantThe meals might have lacked that smackBut love and effort were forever abundantYou made sure I did not miss out anythingIn spite of lacking that pillar

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It was an ordinary Sunday morning. Stretching and yawning out loud, she trudged to her comp. The cabinet beeped, the modem blinked and she was back to her online home on orkut. She had gotten hooked to it since the past few months, thanks to some friends who had made her join. And now she was the one pestering her friends to create their own orkut profile. The friend list was expanding, the

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September's here, bringing with it thirty days of patient fasting. My hypoglycemic brain is not up for thinking right now, so here are a couple of tags...Hemanth had tagged me with TDS (The Desktop Story) Tag.So this is what my desktop looks like, and has looked like for many months now. I don't remember where I found this pic, but there is something about it I have always liked. No matter what I

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