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Sowmya Nair
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I write. crib. click and cherish. Wednesday, September 23, 2009. Dad - Come home this weekend! Me - Dad no! I cant. I ll miss my dance classes. Dad - U and your silly dance classes. Me - No, its not silly dance classes. Its Salsa dance classes. Dad - Pode. Come home for the ganapathy homam. Me - Accccchhhhha. :( I came home only two week's ago. Dad - So what. come. Me - Dad. I am broke. I cant come. I ll come for Diwali. In my head ofcourse). Dad - Ok fine. I ll call you later. Me - okkk.kkk. Bye. 1 USD ...
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Sowmya Nair
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I write. crib. click and cherish. Wednesday, February 19, 2014. Packing travel dreams in a lovely suitcase. Digging a hole six feet under and burying it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Personal favorites from within. 15 Reasons why I shud not kill myself. My Judgement on Indian Courts. Dial Justdial - For anything, and everything. In love with Pondi. Down the memory lane. View my complete profile. Packing travel dreams in a lovely suitcase. Diggin. Q: Lets turn back the clocks? A: Youd still go a.
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Sowmya Nair: My Judgement on Indian Courts
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I write. crib. click and cherish. Wednesday, January 13, 2010. My Judgement on Indian Courts. Last week, I went to the court with a friend of mine. And these are what I deduced out of my experience:. 1 Do-not get married. If you ever happen to, please don't apply for a divorce. I d rather choose to live with the guy even if he is an asshole. I mean, I ll choose 'bad' over 'worse'. Bad being the husband and worse being an Indian court case. 7 The court I went to had the worst assholes in the name of lawye...
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Between Coffee Breaks: March 2007
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007. Hidden fears and vacant tears. Faded to the background as. Out of the ashes came vibrant flashes of a new birth. Shades of grey as they all stood at bay. Drawn to the center of a wounded soul. Confusion filled the air as they began to. Stare at what appeared to be a smile beside a tear. Not a word was said as she rose from the dead. Stretching forth her concealed sword. Posted by Say Cheese @ 5:13 AM. Tuesday, March 27, 2007. Posted by Say Cheese @ 2:10 AM. I was old, really old.
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Between Coffee Breaks: November 2006
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Monday, November 27, 2006. Why Get Them In The First Place? Parents. Get rid of your kids squeaky shoes. They are like little demons,. Running around provocatively taunting you. With their own improvisation of that. Ear cringing stabbers theme,. Keek keek keek - sorry. i'm limited when it comes to sound inculsions). Future Parents. Do not buy squeaky shoes. Period. Posted by Say Cheese @ 2:01 AM. Friday, November 17, 2006. The depressing side of life appeals to me. From time to time. There Is No Cheese.
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Sowmya Nair: I miss her....
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I write. crib. click and cherish. Wednesday, June 24, 2009. I still smile when I think of those days. She used to sleep beside me every night, sucking noisily from my rug - I had this dirty looking rug to cover myself and it had bobbles all over it. She loved to. Suck it until she slept (Like how kids suck their thumb). My mom used to beat her up everytime she noticed this. But, I, dint quite bother. If she liked doing. Some time in the early hours of the morning I. Catwalk down to the kitchen. Passion, ...
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Sowmya Nair: Her story...
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I write. crib. click and cherish. Tuesday, October 13, 2009. What are you so scared of? I wont hurt you, I never will' he typed to the girl on the other end of the sms. I am just scared. I don't know why.' she said to him. Tell me what is disturbing you. I might be of help'. I am scared to be hurt. I don't even want to give it a try'. I will never ever hurt you'. But, I havent seen you clearly. I vaguely remember your face. Hardly noticed you a couple of times.' she smiled as she typed. Lets cut the call...
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Sowmya Nair
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I write. crib. click and cherish. Wednesday, February 19, 2014. Q: Let's turn back the clocks? A: You'd still go away. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Personal favorites from within. 15 Reasons why I shud not kill myself. My Judgement on Indian Courts. Dial Justdial - For anything, and everything. In love with Pondi. Down the memory lane. View my complete profile. Packing travel dreams in a lovely suitcase. Diggin. Q: Lets turn back the clocks? A: Youd still go a.
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Sowmya Nair: Just Two Wishes..
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I write. crib. click and cherish. Friday, July 17, 2009. It was raining like its never going to end and the air was cold enough to make trees shiver. Man 1 - Sitting in a strong and sound, interiors outrageously designed, larger than requirement house worth about 1 and 7 zeroes. He watches the rain, lying lazily on his suede couch. The room fills with the aroma from the steaming cup of tea. She was some company. I should ve called her over for the day! Smile brights up his ugly face. aha! Man 2 - An icy ...
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Sowmya Nair: Hello
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