....when an infant accepts my outstretched arms and laughs when I make funny faces and sounds. Because, it has no expectations. More so, because, I know that I cannot influence it. So when a baby, even for a moment, smiles at me, it is smiling at that minute, small, imperceptible innocence that is left in me.
Isn't it like that knows like?
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My Ammachi's Hut
Last night I dreamt of my Ammachi's hut It was different from what I'd known it to be; Bigger, with a few more rooms, And a backyar...
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Last night I dreamt of my Ammachi's hut It was different from what I'd known it to be; Bigger, with a few more rooms, And a backyar...
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Happens every year end, this. I sit and wonder, how in the world can one year go by so quickly! And every year is the same. A hearty mixture...
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Tickle is closing down...*sniff*. I will never forget the hours spent discovering my emotional quotient on Tickle..or the nice things it al...