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Musings2 min

From the Days Of yore...

There is always a special relation between grandparents and their grandchildren, they spend so much time together...... Its not necessary that both understand each others language, but the special bon

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Poetry1 min

When Words Don't Say a Thing !!

When Words Don't Say a Thing !! (This article has been read 198 times) Posted by Mita on Monday March 26, @01:41PM Sometimes Words Don't Say A Thing ...... So This Time Can You Decipher My Words ??

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Musings1 min

I Never Thought I'd Feel This Way!!

Love is so beautiful!! I never thought I'd see this day I never thought I'd feel this way You a stranger to me once.. now a part of me. My life that was empty once... is now filled with a hope,with t

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Musings1 min

Let Go Of Your Blue ..

The best way to let go off your blues... is to react like your ownself... no inhibitions.. if u feel like screaming then do it for once.... When you keep picking pieces of your life, and try to put p

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Stories4 min

Excuse me......Can I Live ????

Posted by Mita on Thursday January 25, @03:50PM I opened my eyes..... Everybody was hovering around me, smiling, looking at me...... My mom,daddy, relatives..... Then mom took me in her arms and kiss

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Stories1 min

Live It All Again..

Posted by Mita on Saturday February 24, @02:00PM There are times, when we want to trace back our steps and relive those moments in the past. Go back and make that 'past' a 'present', that 'reminiscen

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Stories2 min

I wanna run till there......

Posted by mita on Wednesday January 24, @01:55PM I wanna run till there... can you see it anywhere???? if you can, then i will run still farther bcoz all i want and all i care is to get away, get awa

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Poetry1 min

Choice

Choice (This article has been read 64 times) Posted by Mita on April 30, 2003 (Wednesday) Seeing is not believing. How you see it, sure is. Sun was rising in the horizon, Pensive night was giving

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