9.4.10
Seeing beyond the scene
Beautiful photographs makes my heart ache with longing. (Sometimes) my eyes begin to well up with tears and I begin to pine for some unknown thing. This onslaught of puberty like symptoms was recently (and thankfully) laid to rest when I discovered that, the pining is a result of the resigned acceptance of my inability to 'see' the way a photographer does.
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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...