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Travelling. Food. Appreciation. I enjoy the finest things in life. I read religiously and I bake, in my spare time. I love the fact that I share this instinctive relationship with the stories authors narrate. Believing in hardwork has its setbacks because with that in mind, I'm not easily pleased for great expectations come great responsibilities. My inspiration comes from people of different walks of life who embed strong character with an astounding positive mindset and amazing individuality to endeavor.

I belief in giving back and there's so much I want to do, achieve and accomplish especially when there's no other disease worse than poverty. I'm just looking forward in meeting various people and places. Big heart, wide personality and a great sense of humor are just my cup of tea.

Exploration of better moments has only waited beautiful days for me.

Dear God, [ 6:31 PM ]

Leave a day for me that marks an exodus,
When it's deliberated for a loved one to depart.
No longer will I be taken aback with such gyrate of events
With disappointment in a distance, I no longer fret.
Maybe I could heave a sigh or anticipate.
But never will I be thwarted again.

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I really hope the letter gets to you. [ 11:39 AM ]

Let the young rain of tears come.

Let the calm hands of grief come.

It’s not all as evil as you think.

Rolf Jacobsen

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A hot genre. [ 12:26 PM ]

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Put a quarter in. [ 12:12 PM ]

I think this performance of Brown's rocked the VMAs, big time.

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Breakfast's not included. [ 9:25 AM ]

In a fit of grieve, racing trains of thoughts become reasons for my fear.
As the night ascends, I guess, it's becoming a routine.

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I'm taking love. [ 11:42 AM ]

Your Brain Usage Profile:
Auditory : 21% Visual : 78% Left : 33% Right : 66%

Aruna, you are somewhat right-hemisphere dominant and have a strong visual preference, a blend of characteristics which typically apply to persons with an "artistic" temperament.

In all likelihood, you naturally act in the way that people have come to expect artists to act. With your dominant visual learning style you are active and seeking, working to absorb all of the facets of your environment. Your mind rarely rests, for even when you are not scouring the environment you are turning your searchlight on your own internal processes.

You are intense! In continually processing the data as you do on a multidimensional level, you spend little of your time in reflection -- or sometimes in social niceties. There is a high probability that you are "out of check" -- though not out of control -- sometimes, swept away by the feelings of the moment. You are one of those individuals that may well attempt to assemble a complex piece of equipment without reading the directions or following a sequence, though you might look at the diagram. Sequencing your own behavior is problematic at times.

You are rarely reflective about yourself or your motivations. You know when things are right because you feel it, you intuit as automatically as you breathe. With others, you tend to "go with your guts," not needing rules or expectations to govern your friendships.

You absorb material rapidly and randomly, it is filed "helter skelter" internally. Listening or learning from materials presented in a purely verbal fashion is not your "strong suit" and your performance in situations designed for left-hemisphere dominant persons will not always measure up to the expectations of others. If you have particular learning needs, it is to sequence material and remain focused while you are processing, to develop "structuring" techniques, and to become more efficient with your spontaneity and creativity.

Take the test, here.

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Snow. [ 9:40 PM ]

It hides what's ugly and makes everything beautiful.

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Wake up call. [ 1:18 PM ]

"If each of us sweeps in front of our own steps, the whole world will be clean."

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

I'm glad for you, Sammy.

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Being with you. [ 12:54 AM ]

The good, the bad, the ecstacy, the remorse.
It all belongs to you.

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Be the miracle. [ 11:35 PM ]

"Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes."

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Not good at all. [ 7:51 PM ]

A thunderous silence breaks through my thoughts.

What was once many great ideas is now a triumph, lost.

Baffling words tumble through my mind.

Reflections of darkness hover.

A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me,

and inside myself, I take cover.

Heather Loughton

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Brittle. [ 8:39 PM ]

Laying beneath the sheets and under the covers as streaks of sun rays greet me with season and it's by this, comforting repose, I'd get better.

I love being in bed.

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Smile like you mean it. [ 6:27 PM ]

I was just guessin' at numbers and figures,

Pulling your puzzles apart.

Questions of science, science and progress

Do not speak as loud as my heart.

And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me

Oh and i rush to the start.

Runnin' in circles, chasin' up tails

Comin' back as we are

Nobody said it was easy,

Oh it's such a shame for us to part.

Nobody said it was easy,

No one ever said it would be so hard.

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Beau. [ 12:20 AM ]

From the snow-capped Himalayas in the north to the sun drenched coastal villages of the south, India unfolds like an ancient tapestry. At times threadbare and fading, the land stretches from desert dunes and scattered slums to the rich embroidery of ancient, jewelled palaces, and the majestic domes of forgotten empires.

Banaras. Agra. Delhi. Rajastan. Lucknow. India, the one destination and the very place I desire to dwell my very existence. It has never occurred to my family to travel up there and visit our anchestral village and her people. And if I ever get to, I would never do so in riches but travel to really see India for who she is. Char, first thing in the morning. The paddy fields, the farmers and the red tractors. The fortified street, the reckless auto(s) and paani puri. Nothing beats street food and Bourdain will coincide.

India is a feast for the senses where the air is heavy with the scent of jasmine and dancers trail frenetic melodies in colourful silk saris. Dishes from a palette of exotic spices that may leave a lingering taste of saffron or aniseed. In India's cities, the stench of slum living competes with the cacophony of seemingly endless traffic and a myriad of other textures, colours and movements all jostling for attention. Yours and mine.

The cool breeze and hot chapati(s) with chunks of ghee. The scent of the air, the soil beneath my feet and the happy faces I'd be greeted with, every where. Tell me, it's not worth it =)

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