tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8076919737017579632024-03-20T14:03:59.758+05:30Fleeting Thoughtsanupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-37169956456400610062020-05-11T12:32:00.000+05:302020-05-11T12:32:11.378+05:30Charukeshi <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hold my sways as I behold you<br />
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With your divine flute -playing</div>
That strums my heart and it sings<br />
My limbs then come alive in a dance<br />
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Hold my sways as I behold you<br />
I am like the air that quivers when<br />
You breath into it - Krishna!<br />
That struggles to leave your side<br />
And in longing lingers around you<br />
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Hold me Krishna-as I behold you<br />
That beautiful glow that mesmerise<br />
Aren’t they the colourful tunes that never left<br />
Hold my dance too - oh lover<br />
As I melt away into your aura</div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-45034960047730910742018-08-23T13:19:00.001+05:302018-08-23T13:19:36.627+05:30just as it is!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Strange are these strings of hearts<br />That strum a tune unheard of...</div>
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N blend so very beautifully<br />To make one song so familiar<br />It's just u it's just me it's just as it is</div>
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Strange as it might seem now...but<br />You never were a stranger n neither was I<br />We knew this path before we set foot<br />For it was lit by flames of our blazing hearts</div>
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We strolled along this fiery path,pretending<br />To be numb to the song that heart played on</div>
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waited for that obvious moment...which<br />Would lead us to the point of no return</div>
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And ....then we met</div>
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And then we met and we were all set<br />To embrace the truth and kiss the song<br />That our hearts sang..and never stopped<br />From the first moment we laid eyes on eachother</div>
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It's just you, it's just me, its just as it is.....<br />So, it's just wonderful!!!</div>
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anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-87981597517689526922018-08-23T11:11:00.003+05:302018-08-23T11:11:54.286+05:30Silent Musings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A quiet afternoon by the window<br />
Curtains closed, waltz to the breeze<br />
Sun plays hide and seek, a shadow puppet show on my wall<br />
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A lady dances smiling at the sky<br />
Diamond raindrops sprinkle down<br />
Small birds play around n disappear<br />
Little boys jump n fool around<br />
A hundred stories that bubble<br />
Soon to fade or merge into another<br />
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A quiet afternoon by the window<br />
Curtains drawn, yet the play in on<br />
My minds theatre projected on my wall!!</div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-14565005348695026112018-08-23T11:01:00.000+05:302018-08-23T11:01:20.379+05:30Questions!!!!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Love can travel through<br />
nameless mediums<br />
intangible cables<br />
in ways that the myriad souls<br />
cant comprehend.<br />
But aren't we tangible entities<br />
with flesh n blood after all.. <br />
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Love is spiritual<br />
whereas desires, needs are mundane. <br />
So this constant tug of war.<br />
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Isn't it unfair that body<br />
is largely the medium for us<br />
to experience an outer-body ecstatic state<br />
of being<br />
called Love!</div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-1694154523035621792018-08-23T10:47:00.000+05:302018-08-23T10:47:01.314+05:30Pondering over NLP terminology- procedure driven vs choice driven.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My spontaneity comes from my inner structure or procedure. The clarity of procedure in my mind allows me to be impromptu or choice based in the outer world.<br />
Whereas a person who lacks inner structure or clarity May need to do rely on procedure and structuring to execute things. So apparently he/she appears to be working from procedure whereas his/her actions stems from choice. </div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-48750998615621122602018-08-23T10:43:00.000+05:302018-08-23T10:43:50.136+05:30Obedience vs Self discipline <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
They say, "Obedience hampers a childs growth"."it will stop tek from being self thinkers". In other cases it might create rebels out of over demanding of obedience by adults, the system and so on. Having said all this, isn't obedience considered one of<br />
the virtues; the quality one must possess. Then there is a phrase which says 'the person who knows to obey only can know to lead'. So where do we draw the line. This is where the word self-discipline comes to the picture- each person following some basic rules true to himself. Can initiation of obedience bring aboit self discipline?<br />
Obedience to most means submission to anothers' authority. But often we forget that it can also mean compliance with an order, rule or command. A thin line of demarcation where each person thinks, complies, and then follow; as against where one authority commands and the rest follow without any understanding or compliance, which is no good than feudalism.<br />
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So when we teach or introduce our children to the term obedience let's not curb their way of thinking, their queries.. Let's address those doubts and thoughts that night arise as to why he/she is asked to obey and then seek their compliance, agreement and lead them into self discipline. Let's not make them puppets who just follow. </div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-70883818741812383172018-08-22T20:35:00.001+05:302018-08-23T17:49:16.204+05:30Picture poetry challenge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: cyan;"><img src="https://scontent.fbom5-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t34.18173-0/p280x280/11349077_10152972735329514_540527336_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=d825dd58c2acb7676e95d3b98dd10438&oe=5B7EFDB1" /></span></b><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>1. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>You have surrounded my dreams and hopes
You encircle all that is prized to me
You capture yet you adorn
You are the thing of all my jealousy
Oh sparkling bangle
2. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>Clinkle clankle , blue sparkle
Circle of love, made of glass
Adorns her wrist;so brittle!
Or is it her heart- alas!
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3.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>Like the setting sun
Is it thy wrath
Or the intensity of your love
Pray tell me,
I'm at a loss to comprehend.
4. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>Ohh, What can I say, What can I write,
B is for Beauty and
So it is for Blue...
Just can say
"BEAUTIFUL BLUE"
5. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>Whenever you feel blue
And the heart becomes as brittle as a glass
Here is a hand I lend
That offers you a love that's true
Forever for you!
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6. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>Hold my hand, Lead me to your world. I'll come any distance with you, just to be with you, for Us.
7. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>Let me touch you with my fiery amber
And let me leave the seal of my warmth on your very being.
So when you cite my seal you will burn with my love,
And then be encircled in the halo of my blue
8. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"><b>The first time i saw the image...I was stunned for few seconds...
it was the tip of the beauty temple...
The saffron resemble a flag on it...
& the bangles is the art work over it....
Beauty thou name is......
9. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "segoe ui" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>The stormy night that passed by, Sensuous and fulfilling, Lay the palm resting in calm, knowing that the Sun shines on it with hues of saffron and Orange,filling it with warmth, the blue with sparks of gold on the wrist like the Sun just showering its warm glow on the deep blue sky. In deep thoughts lay the palm with not a twitch..., how I wish .....</b></span></div>
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anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-80865106989339006652018-08-22T20:30:00.002+05:302018-08-23T17:56:11.704+05:30Love war<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">She stood there chin up, head held high, </span></i></span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black; color: red;">a strange light shone in her eyes.,</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black; color: red;"> Her lips shut tight.</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black; color: red;">did it hide a smile or a frown was hard to say,</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black; color: red;"> A face of a solo warrior of a lost cause, </span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">She saw herself in the mirror and said:</span></i></span></div>
<span style="text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;"> No more tears shall be shed
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">No more guilt no remorse</span></i></div>
<span style="text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">No more drowning of the heart in misery
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">No.more expectations from myself or the world.</span></i></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i><i style="background-color: black;">For all I know is LOVE...let LOVE be me</i></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i style="background-color: black;">No.more anticipating the divine</i></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I am It, I'm divine.so let me rejoice</span></i></div>
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i></i></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i></i></span></span><br /></span>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Untouched, unaltered,undeterred I'll love</span></i></div>
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anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-87203211148265849102018-08-22T20:12:00.003+05:302018-08-22T20:12:31.933+05:30Words<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</span>Words were all we had
The beautiful patterns that formed
When I typed to you and waited for a reply
Words were all we had…
and we spoke into the wee hours
till the birds chirped us a lullaby
for words were all we had
But
They weren’t mere words...
They were unseen bridges
The pathways that led us
To the wondrous lands in our hearts
The paradise of joy- unexplored
Yet they were words after all
When thoughts misguided and dictated
Prejudices and presumptions reigned
The paradise seemed a silly place
Words struggled and choked
Losing all meaning silence darkened
Now I see no joyful paradise
of hearty laughs and heartfelt songs
Just nothingness that corrodes
Each word that germinates, thus
We lost only thing we had.. words…
Words were all we had…
Yet they were words after all</span></span></div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-92209026543481776622018-08-22T20:09:00.003+05:302018-08-22T20:24:56.530+05:30What IF?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">What
ifs are but a small part,</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Minuscule</b></span><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> part of my existence now<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>haven't I come a long way <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">battling
the what if s at every step<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>insecurity is an old habit I guess <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">or is
it the outcome of failures, <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">broken
hearts, abandoned dreams<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">sinking feeling to the abyss <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the
quicksand of nothingness, the blackhole? <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">yes,
haven't I been there too <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">tattered
yet I moved on,</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">with open arm to accept life once again <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Even
if the only promise life offers is </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">-of death-</span></b></span><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Only </span></b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>surety</b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">yet
again I stand on the threshold with a smile<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to hug only the beauty of mystical life, <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ready
even to be shattered if life may choose so, <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">without
qualms about a single moment of life,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>moment that's me, </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">moment that's love, <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">.......I
brave the uncertainty</span> </span><span style="background-color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-25636709503276931362018-08-22T19:55:00.000+05:302018-08-22T19:55:12.538+05:30Divine Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<img src="https://scontent.fbom5-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t34.18173-0/p280x280/23513305_10155352762259514_2118618193_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=83e4ff26477821ecec38a97fabd6c622&oe=5B807D9C" /><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>From the hazy cloudy sky He stares,
with all his bright charm draws me to Him
the divine who is in Me!
My mind the haze of thoughts mundane
His love the brightness that fills my heart
Let the light from within illuminate
And eliminate the frivolous...
And let the divine prevail..
At the end-in the beginning,
there is love n only love
His Grace that shines through me...</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; text-align: right;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>His Grace that forms words through me</i></span></span><br />
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anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-29664192246385825192018-08-22T19:50:00.002+05:302018-08-22T19:50:33.139+05:30Let Life Happen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: #0084ff; color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Let the elixir of life's mirth flow incessantly
Let us acknowledge the gift that life is n rejoice
Let the beauty of simplicity prevail.. Because-
Life primarily is simple n blissful
Let the uninhibited smiles of childhood never fade
Let the laughter bouts bubble till the dentures fall off</span></div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-20875347629469316612018-08-22T19:40:00.002+05:302018-08-22T19:40:30.167+05:30Be REAL!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="5yl5"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Man
is a social being and we thrive on our connections with each other. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="5yl5"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A simple
smile, a handshake, a hug or just an understanding nod from a friend suffices
to make us feel loved. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="5yl5"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sometimes we need to be that strong pillar for someone
to hold on to and there might be other instances where we have to seek support
to tread along. Whichever the case being real and true to oneself and the world
is the only respite.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="5yl5"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="5yl5"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> '</span></span></span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fake until you make it' -won't serve any larger purpose
for most of us may not know when we can stop faking. And each day the person we
stare at in the mirror gradually becomes a complete stranger. So then whose
life are we living?! We need not be that perfect friend, wife, sister or
mother. We just have to be the perfect human with all our flaws, with all our
limitations, who strive and seek to be better each day patiently.</span></div>
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anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-76347020288169310682015-10-14T18:50:00.002+05:302015-10-14T18:50:52.481+05:30Nine years of innocent bliss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
You adorned my lap, oh!<br />
A tiny bundle of joy<br />
Nine years have gone by<br />
Seems like a long time oh!<br />
<br />
I knew not how to care<br />
Like a mother,to give and share<br />
Alien to my own feelings,I sat<br />
Your small hands held me n taught<br />
<br />
Twinkle of your eyes, showed me way<br />
Smile full of love, shooed dismay<br />
When you were hurt,I grew wings<br />
Felt like a superwoman without blings<br />
<br />
Now I call myself a mother<br />
Bask in glory of Ur charm<br />
My son' I say,but in real<br />
It's you who made me, not I</div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-64071739708588415322015-10-14T18:42:00.000+05:302015-10-14T18:42:05.900+05:30Mirror<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Who wants to see the mirror<br />
The mirror , the truth bearer<br />
Do we dare, have we ever<br />
To actually see beyond the skin cover<br />
<br />
Just stand there, a second more<br />
Look at who you really are<br />
Behind those admiring pair of eyes<br />
Isn't there a frozen falsity, as ice<br />
<br />
Yes, look beyond, dig deeper<br />
You'll find the truth the real you<br />
Make peace, break the ice<br />
Only then, u become the mirror<br />
Mirror of your soul</div>
anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-73977346129961818162010-10-24T01:10:00.001+05:302010-10-24T01:17:55.577+05:30SearchWhere does the search end? <br />
Does it ever end? NO!!<br />
<br />
With the old ones, join the new<br />
Unconsciously, the searches continue <br />
<br />
This constant quest; is what <br />
That keeps us all going<br />
<br />
Life wouldn’t be the same<br />
Sans the searches for the unknown<br />
<br />
Life exists due to the obscure<br />
So why bother?- <br />
When search is on, Life is on too !!<br />
<br />
<br />
[The mind wants to be in a constant state of quest, of exploration. So the quest and the search is ever on and that is the essence and romance of life. Its like the travel into a dark tunnel where layers and layers reveal themselves. The more you see, the more is there, so u go on.. we need to go on.. so the search never ends.. why should it? After all it is a journey of self-exploration !]anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-18435556793132300122010-09-10T11:10:00.001+05:302010-09-10T11:27:15.017+05:30Can't you make me smile again!?63 years you count and cheer<br /><br />pat on your own backs, a pride false<br /><br />what so great to smile, to celebrate<br /><br />when I stand grieving, can’t you see?!<br /><br /><br /><br />I cry, yes I cry<br /><br /><br /><br />For those who burn alive<br /><br />Blast away as thousand charred pieces<br /><br />Merrily who walked the street, unaware<br /><br />Moments after are just specks numerous<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh I cry, my heart bleeds<br /><br /><br /><br />For those sons of my own soil<br /><br />Day and night who till and toil<br /><br />Burdened up they live in turmoil<br /><br />And garland themselves in a rope coil<br /><br /><br /><br />How can I not grieve? Yes I do!<br /><br /><br /><br />Living in the valley of exotic beauty<br /><br />My children think only of black soot<br /><br />Hollow hearts they move about,<br /><br />Dying each day; anticipating terror.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am angry, too furious<br /><br /><br /><br />At all your smiles of false triumph<br /><br />Over blind issues: all your fights<br /><br />Religion, region, mine and his<br /><br />Never think of me? Am I still “MOTHER” India?!<br /><br /><br /><br />Wake up my children, please I beg<br /><br /><br /><br />Can’t you make me smile again<br /><br />And bask in the pride of being ‘ME’<br /><br />Mother to a Nation of virtues, where<br /><br />Each one smiles straight from the heart.anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-62425066018829980282010-08-30T10:13:00.004+05:302011-10-20T18:27:56.407+05:30Let me be 'ME'( this is an 7 year old poem i found in one of my old books)<br />
<br />
Let me be a small bird<br />
<br />
to fly to you with all cheer<br />
<br />
whisper a love song in your ear<br />
<br />
shall settle merrily on your arm<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
let me be that cool breeze;<br />
<br />
bringing relief from lonely heat,<br />
<br />
let me embrace you with all force<br />
<br />
and be one with you, an ecstatic treat<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
let me be the first drop of rain<br />
<br />
trickling down the curvy path<br />
<br />
to reach all of you, and attain….<br />
<br />
oh! to drench you with overflowing love<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
OH no! let me be ME and only ME<br />
<br />
for me is the one you love<br />
<br />
with all your heart and soul<br />
<br />
for I am your sole, soul mate!!anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-36947918124148744742010-08-27T21:18:00.003+05:302010-08-27T21:29:57.666+05:30Silent togetherness (POEM)an article of the same name converted into a poem!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Path glistens after the drizzles fresh<br />Pearls of raindrops on brim of leaves,<br />A little wind; pearls showers like stars.<br />Rare monsoon blooms shine bright.<br />A strange freshness fills the evening air.<br /><br /><br />Matching his small steps I walk him to the swing <br />We sit; enjoy the sway to and fro <br />He sits silent, a sweet smile and dreamy eyes<br />I too am quiet savoring the scenic marvel.<br />A rare “silent togetherness” me and my son. <br /><br />These small moments of happiness; untold<br /> Is all the wealth that we can amass,<br />Can keep it with us intact till the very end<br />So appreciate these and start the hoard :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1DiXHqd6OGQbyaYpwcbUpN_5WZIyL4cWr9le9EWOumU6uNOq2VrV0DW-rAsPVfOpevUAhUUT_vb_ztgdj22pYMqYyAG5x8SVUW0f5VhXBLNZN0Vwsm9Q8hs1tZ_1j7rlPJWzE-PdU-RK/s1600/DSC00493.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1DiXHqd6OGQbyaYpwcbUpN_5WZIyL4cWr9le9EWOumU6uNOq2VrV0DW-rAsPVfOpevUAhUUT_vb_ztgdj22pYMqYyAG5x8SVUW0f5VhXBLNZN0Vwsm9Q8hs1tZ_1j7rlPJWzE-PdU-RK/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510119479118561458" /></a>anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-18596811209546058902010-08-20T10:24:00.002+05:302011-07-29T10:35:04.084+05:30I WISH YOU WERE NEAR ME!Sitting on the blanket of greenery,<br />
dew drops on grass blades silvery,<br />
when cool breeze embraces me<br />
i wish you were near me!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Flapping wings as birds fly by,<br />
and disappear into a Magic land<br />
when sky blushes, Sun hides<br />
i wish you were near me!<br />
<br />
<br />
as all the green turns gray-black!<br />
one by one lights flicker at far<br />
when slowly stars smile at me<br />
i wish you were near me!<br />
<br />
<br />
i want to share all the joy<br />
appreciate tiny things that are<br />
bliss of Life, with you beside<br />
I know you’ll always be there !!anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-86200547568654224612010-08-20T10:20:00.000+05:302010-08-20T10:24:06.670+05:30THE NEEDThis urge cannot be quenched<br />I feel this for sure, it’s true<br />An eternity of nearness will do no good<br />As time will pass, without clue<br /><br />Togetherness is like a dream, sweet<br />We’ll never ever want to wake<br />Our inner selves we shall meet<br />Memories to cherish, we will makeanupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-52777733313031257362010-08-20T10:19:00.001+05:302011-07-29T10:43:30.484+05:30FIRE!One that is ever hungry<br />
i am that fire sultry<br />
consuming all, being consumed<br />
i am also the firefly summed<br />
<br />
burning off; i become new<br />
like a snake that sheds skin<br />
i move on shaking off- to Live<br />
-all the soot; devoid of sin.anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-11330098655448938212009-10-20T08:07:00.000+05:302009-10-20T17:49:20.648+05:30Festival of Lights<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKZ66qMZJ5QRgBHWgoLT3UqFHjLOCYkWA6A6VDrcj-R86Ooz47PA4WkQzPW_kiUC7aGZrDgoee8dPYxNVl1_2H8QM3ehRDhs4fRwLGgGf2Oi6HahZu8pNJunGK_0sDEb7ohk5de9LTRx8/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKZ66qMZJ5QRgBHWgoLT3UqFHjLOCYkWA6A6VDrcj-R86Ooz47PA4WkQzPW_kiUC7aGZrDgoee8dPYxNVl1_2H8QM3ehRDhs4fRwLGgGf2Oi6HahZu8pNJunGK_0sDEb7ohk5de9LTRx8/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394655046012131442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPwVp5mke0NGwLprrVv_b7kXOMRlC85rPBXzjsm8EfKfP57T7ibrKVv4KzRfH4ENRjR8c-Ycb7uCX2zY-k5wbNDYmZ9O-XWeOzYmafvVuvRUjImPTRUX0RI5lFag4idUIAHoHlVPFZpAmt/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPwVp5mke0NGwLprrVv_b7kXOMRlC85rPBXzjsm8EfKfP57T7ibrKVv4KzRfH4ENRjR8c-Ycb7uCX2zY-k5wbNDYmZ9O-XWeOzYmafvVuvRUjImPTRUX0RI5lFag4idUIAHoHlVPFZpAmt/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394507315618822018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ6itnk8ArRS_lNp3d8O4g4D-1Y1NrACN2_LE5mTBV8Tj_PaG34XysWnB9UFzWCWNTKiwPbkPA6S9cg4VvZUCViP9X9w9jQ9_aSQ7fq9yUsYzdM88WB81P6ugM8deU4WFeV82acasItV1/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQ6itnk8ArRS_lNp3d8O4g4D-1Y1NrACN2_LE5mTBV8Tj_PaG34XysWnB9UFzWCWNTKiwPbkPA6S9cg4VvZUCViP9X9w9jQ9_aSQ7fq9yUsYzdM88WB81P6ugM8deU4WFeV82acasItV1/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394507307654378402" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3tiHwAy4d8lZ1hWCFeY7SZIkEyuDVJCrjFml65sIrCXYNvkOdkFGZvvwX4PezL4N1lc6uMMBvSMJ0vz67LHOq7VLYIH0FmYHC1EYqHgqBlKp_jeYgda1q9Rt5o3pyWiKysICYlUALQRg/s1600-h/akashdeep.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3tiHwAy4d8lZ1hWCFeY7SZIkEyuDVJCrjFml65sIrCXYNvkOdkFGZvvwX4PezL4N1lc6uMMBvSMJ0vz67LHOq7VLYIH0FmYHC1EYqHgqBlKp_jeYgda1q9Rt5o3pyWiKysICYlUALQRg/s320/akashdeep.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394507288905291794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEiAOvNftygIPLi5izCVM_uPZixXs5kDyHhw313PdNeDtplObEtV7h16cJE9-9MKWdFszUb4hqVU19h19wQjeF0tGmEUi0zJRnm9K8lLLsShf7Y3AA2MokBBs6w8xbSan2jf0S65zspSN/s1600-h/akdeep.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEiAOvNftygIPLi5izCVM_uPZixXs5kDyHhw313PdNeDtplObEtV7h16cJE9-9MKWdFszUb4hqVU19h19wQjeF0tGmEUi0zJRnm9K8lLLsShf7Y3AA2MokBBs6w8xbSan2jf0S65zspSN/s320/akdeep.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394507297296048626" /></a>anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-81441361614300307892009-09-18T08:03:00.000+05:302009-09-18T08:14:09.399+05:30Silent Togetherness!!!The paths were still wet by the fresh drizzles. The brim of the leaves still had the pearls of rain drops. With one shake or a little wind they would all shower down like stars. The rare blooms of the monsoon shone bright in the twilight. There was some freshness in the air. We sat on the Swing swinging slowly. It felt great sitting there, moving to and fro enjoying the mild fresh beauty of the evening.<br />I like to sit there with my son munching on our respective snacks. He sits silently with all his mind on the snack and it gives me my silence too to suck in the scenic marvel. May be he too likes these moments of silent togetherness with his ‘amma’. <br /><br /><br />These are the small moments of happiness of Life to be cherished and such moments are all the wealth that we can amass in a lifetime and keep it with us till the very end.:))anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807691973701757963.post-75044772576604491212009-09-17T00:19:00.001+05:302011-07-29T10:40:20.804+05:30MY LITTLE BOY!!!16 September 2009<br />
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I had been to my son’s school today to pay some fees and while I walked down the stairs out of the school I saw pupils walking into the school. As always a host of helping maids were standing through out the path from the school bus to the class room doors. I thought that their job was so pleasurable, to be in company of all these innocent & beautiful minds. Even though they do this daily, every time I see them, they look cheerful and interested in welcoming the toddlers. I noticed that some of them couldn’t resist but place a kiss on some of the kids' cheek.<br />
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Seeing all this with amusement as I walk down I see Sumedh at the end of the pavement with a alert look on his face. Helped by a Maushi as he calls her, he climbed two steps to the pavement and started walking towards another series of stairs. He saw me and said “Amma, Hi” and came to me. His grown-up-boy-like “hi” surprised me. He dint show his surprise at seeing me and greeted me in a professional way. I told him to walk to the class room with his friends and said that I would meet him as usual at our building gate. As he walked past I couldn’t hold back the little tears in my eyes. He turned and smiled at me once and then happily disappeared with all his peers. <br />
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The smile on my face which appeared on seeing him froze there for another half an hour. This was the first time I saw him <strong>without me</strong> heheheh!!!??? Yes, the first time I saw him independent, all by himself, responsible. My little boy, who clung to me every second, who needed me for every small thing, my own little part seeking attention 24*7; was now walking with small steps towards Life, towards being a free individual. He had grown out of me, but I think I still need time to grow out of him.anupamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12624128590914305975noreply@blogger.com5