At Airport Terminals

Originally posted on Simon's still stanza:
Image source: Google via airportlink.com.au ? At Airport Terminals At airport terminals All the good looking ones Are taken Or connected to Their beloved through A smartphone Cradled in the collarbone hollow As their arms Balancing Juggling Move in a rhythm Weighed with coffee cups And hand luggage.…

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Introducing – A Budding Poet

Dear Readers, Tonight I’m posting two poems by a dear, dear cousin of mine, who’s more of a friend than just a relative. He’s a little shy when it comes to publishing his material. I have been trying to encourage him to write more often and perhaps, create a blog of his own. So far,…

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Judging Others: A Reblog

A car ahead was moving like a turtle and not giving me way inspite of my continuous honking! I was on brink of losing my cool when I noticed the small sticker on the car’s rear! “Physically challenged; Please be patient.” And that changed everything. I immediately went calm and slowed down. In fact I […]…

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Henaa’s Language School

One of my besties and twin sister from another mother has started a Language School in the Dwarka region of New Delhi, India. She is a successful lawyer, Gold Medalist and PhD Scholar who has worked with some of the best Corporate Law firms in India and has recently left her job in the Ministry…

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PROFANITY IN EVERYDAY CONVERSATIONS

Originally posted on Candles Online:
“She’s my bitch!”  “Yo wassup dawg?!” If you’ve been around in the world (of course you have) you’ve heard the above statements that have become a sort of fashion statement these days. ‘Hip’ girls and boys referring to their friends or their boyfriends/girlfriends thus and without any qualms too. Note…

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Dear Dr Hawking,

Originally posted on The Dalriada Highlander:
If I could borrow your time for a moment. As someone who is fascinated by the stars, by the infinite cosmos, all that way from the splendour complexity of galaxies and quasars, to the mischievous cheating of quantum mechanics, you inspired me. To learn. To grow. And to pursue…

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Only real thing: A Reblog

Reblogging this for how moving and true it is. Some of us have everything and still we crib, while some of us have nothing, yet still offer something to others. That day would’ve turned out glum. While walking to my work from home, my mind was clouded with unpleasant thoughts and I was mentally cursing…

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