i think of a lot to write about. but then it just isnt here by the time i sit down, stamped out by the incessant pressure of "Married Life".

I havent forgotten you. Its just that I am recharging the thoughts that I need to lay down on this space.

Till then. Rest easy!

Comment to this and I'll list five things that come to mind when I think of you. Then post in your LJ with elaborations on the subjects given.I volunteered and these are the five things that come to Sampada's mind, when she thinks of me ( Read more... )

Its unimaginable what a lot of stuff you have to throw out to make your home *Presentable* for Inspection :(

I miss my clutter.

to be surprised.

02/2009.

The winter this year is inconsistent.I wish i had use for the wool cap and the muffler.Whereforth art thou,West Indian Winter? The freeze this year is in the hearts of people.

Lately i've realised,that i visit blogs and leave uncommented.I open email and having typed delete it.I visit scrapbooks,and having typed one,cancel it and move on.Ive come to believe that my opinions,my voice,has been drowned in this babel of busyness.If its not your fault that you are too busy to keep in touch,its not mine either to miss hearing ( Read more... )

Translated two of Ma's poems to Marathi.She read them to an audience.

Where do we look?What do we fight?They have faces just like us.The chalta hai attitudes we have ,allowed,just to get things faster will be our downfall.To draw close in hate-filled cliques is just what they aimed for.

Its painful to type one thumbed.