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I remember, last year, a day after my birthday, an old friend had sent me a mail. It comprised of a poem.. which I am posting below. Tomorrows my birthday, and I hope everything goes well with me.. I wish you something, just can't remember, Don't be upset, you're my family member. It was clearly, on my mind, With so many thoughts, it's hard to find. Maybe it's simply not that essential, Please lose that frown, you have so much potential. On second thought, it might be coming back to me, Now I know, why those brain pills were free. Visions appear of colorful balloons, In the background, I hear those fine tunes. Near the end of the dream, I can taste a delicious cake, It must be your birthday, as I awake..

Hey Friends; How are you doing? Hope everything's going smooth. I came through a funny article while browsing. So I am posting it here. Hope you like it. LETTER CHAT BETWEEN KIDS To , Tintumol UKG A. Dear Tintumol, I love you. My dream I see you. Everywhere you. You no, I live no. I come red shirt 2morrow. You love I, you come red frock. I wait down mango tree. You no come, i jump train. Sure come… yours lovely, Tutumon Std 1 B ………………………………………………………………………………… Reply….by Tintumol…. Darling, your letter mama see. Papa beat me beat me so many beat me. I cry. i cry. So no come to mango tree. No jump train. I love you. See another day. I no red frock. Only green. You love me, you love me you green shirt. Give I gift. I see you with pinkumol. Where you go.. NO talk to her. Okay My dream also only you Lovely Tintumol…

Dear Friends, many days have passed since I posted something. Its obvious, that I have been kinda busy over a few days. Anyways, I would post soon, and I am putting up a few pics of hand made art by one of my friends. I love them. Have a good time. Take Care.

I never was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower  And stole my heart away complete.  My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay.  And then my blood rushed to my face  And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place  Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart.  Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice  Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can return no more.

Whenever you are lonely... Whenever you are blue... Just want to walk beside you, And smell the sweet fresh dew. Just want to feel your heartbeat, Beating close to mine. Your arms wrapped tightly round mine, As you rest your head on mine. Listening to the stillness, As we stroll in the garden, The flutters beat like your heart, Telling me I can't want more... Than to always walk beside you, Clasp your tender hand in mine. I love you now, forever, And I will for all of time. 

A group of balloons hoisted up the evening sky as I looked on down the snake-like path of the park. At a distance, few ragamuffins were intent on getting paid by a threesome of youths. They held on to a pretty girl's legs, and were literally clawing along when she was trying to heave them away. Couples were enjoying their time as they sat on those wooden benches and talked endlessly till nightfall. " No bench for us.." "Kya kare Pratik?" "Kahaan baithe?" We were walking together down a park for the first time. I was just looking for a dry place to sit on the lawn grass, but she asked this question. Why do people like to sit on the benches which are almost covered by the dark shadows of the nearby trees? I wonder, why aren't the benches put under the light? "Ghaas par nahi baith sakte kya?" Why did she hesitate to sit on the fine grass? Anyways, we sat on the grass near a yellow light post that, despite glowing boldly from amo...

Today my dearest friend gave me something in wishing me Best of Luck for the exams starting tomorrow. Not that nobody wishes me before the exams, but nobody ever had given me such a thing before. In our culture, palm leaf is considered auspicious, and she gave me a palm leaf manuscript with Lord Ganesh on one part and Best of Luck written over the second part. I was so happy the moment I saw it, I would treasure this thing for ages to come.