What do I do, tell me? There is a new found feeling inside, which I am failing to recognize, it has besieged my mind and heart beyond my comprehension. What is my fault that I have to bear these strange emotions which I always thought existed in fiction?
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I don't remember the last time I met myself; the feeling to know what I am feeling is lost long ago; I do not recognize the rhythm that beats inside me; the vision to see beyond this skin has vanished somewhere.
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The country of cherry blossoms is battling the looming black clouds of economic slowdown which hit in September 2008 and is in no good state as the rest of the world.
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Greek God Narcissus was cursed to fall in love with his own image, once wept to find that it did not return his love. Narcissism is an extreme. It's as extreme as Germans are about precision and Britain is English. It is also just as natural and either you are, or you aren't.
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Sri Lankan government is obtrusively insisting on the death of LTTE leader Prabhakaran, but its acceptance has not gone down well with the Sinhalese-Tamilian community around the world. The rest of the civil Tamilians still believe that he is alive.
Jammu and Kashmir once, the land of beautiful valley, mouth-watering orchards and mesmerising people has many timeless romantic ballads written to its name by poets, travellers and artists.
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The brandy green eyes dripping wine, cherry red lips parted and lustrous ebony hair flowing down like silk on her shoulders. Her infectious smile always floored me to my knees.
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I am trying to fill the empty picture frame But, the moments are lost. Try to hear your voice, strong yet tender But, the hope is lost. Searching for the footprints on sand But, it is washed away. The roses in the vase are dried But to your perfume they still sway.
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Everybody's blogs and comments put forward through media speaks volumes about what every Mumbaikar or better an enraged Indian feels today in the wake of this terror attack on Mumbai.
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When I was small, I always wondered why Joan Osborne composed the song 'What if God was one of us'.
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We are in the Me century. A man's world has always started from I, me and ended at myself. But there is always a hope clinging in the corner of our heart that somebody might do some good to us : selflessly.
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I always imagined how it will be if we could put down everything we felt, believe, lived for, in words.
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If tonight was lost in tomorrow's hope, then why does it feel not right my friend? Why is yesterday still elusive in my thoughts, alive in every breath I breath, why does those silent words speak to me, as time coagulates for me. Choices aren't always made, I didn't choos …
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Truely Amazing!!!!!
We have a future writer writing for us presently. I wish her all the success and best wishes in her life. Waiting for her first book to be released soon. I am thankful to God that I got the privilege to comment first. GOD BLESS HER!!!!!!!— Swetab
hey vaagisha i would really say that you are a mistress of spices of writing,your articles contains every kind of spice which our life consists of love,emotions,frustraion,confusion and a determination to make this world a beautiful place to live. so keep up your fire for writing and best of luck,will look forward for your more amazing articles.
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