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We belong together, Like the sea and its shores, Where there is sand and shells and the infinite sky and restless water where countless kids play in wet where there are the houses of sands and the silent graves of good old men We belong together, Like the clouds and the mountains up high That spray the dew that waken the sweet buds, every one that bask in the heaven's blue smile while dissolving into lakes and streams The sanguine sunrise with plumes outspread leaps on the back of my sailing rack when the stars of the morn shine dead. We belong together, Like the night and the moon That show a plaintive sweetness With pale desire and the misty veil upon For which many are ready to forsake the fairer world, surrender to the aura, and magnificience of your being The surge of silver fills the plains and bring fragrance of heaven to our senses We belong together, Like the snowflakes and the wind That fall with a whisper that you can barely hear Their soft

The bouquet of flowers she held in her hands was trembling along with the rest of her as she approached his tombstone. Her dead husband's. Tears already started to cascade down her face, and she sunk to the ground. She slowly reached out and placed the flowers in the empty vase, then lightly ran her hand over the engraving. Far away, a figure was looking keenly towards her. She moved closer to the tombstone and laid her head against it, then began to cry. Three years. Three years of silent promise that she had to keep going. Last time when his husband was alive, they were at the Cafe Coffee Day, and he was telling her something about misunderstandings. She didn't speak, he was aghast, and walked out. She realized her folly, and walked after him. The next moment he was run down by a truck on the road. Terror-struck, she had been senseless for 2 days. She remembered her best friend trying to console her, "I had tried to make you understand, but.. Don't worry dear,

Hello readers. Its too much boring these days. I even don't know what to write, just keep scribbling things. I think I am gonna write weird things to get rid of my lethargy. This is.. the world as it now behaves.. or.. Ohh.. I don't know.. just give it a reading! 1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. 2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years. 3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of four. 4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you. 5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses. 6. You pull up near your gate and use your mobile to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries. 7. Every commercial on television has a website at the bottom of the screen. 8. Leaving the house without your mobile, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and ge

"You know Piku bhaiyya I am thinking of joining a gym, cos my stomach has bulged out too much", said our neighbor's big fat son. At that instant, a roasted chicken leg laid seige in his strong hands, waiting to be devoured by the ravishing monster. After a long time I am writing something and that too on a different topic. From the end of december 2009 towards this time, that is, mid-february, 2010, I have been to about half a dozen marriages. This is too much for me, considering my alergies towards social functions. Tonight itself I had been to one, and suddenly the thought of writing something struck me when I was biting a mouthful from a big piece of chicken tandoori. So here I am, trying to pen down my stint. Indian wedding is a perfect blend of serious rituals and customs along with other fun filled rituals and frothy moments. Wedding marks the beginning of a new relationship not just between two individuals but also between two families and thus, there are vari