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My Endless Day of Diaper Changes: Doing Disneyland Without Losing Your Mind
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North Carolina, United States. I am an LDS Navy wife and mother of 4. I'm a California girl trying to adjust to living on the East coast. View my complete profile. Thursday, March 25, 2010. Doing Disneyland Without Losing Your Mind. This was originally submitted to The Hip Homemaker in 2007. Without Losing Your Mind. Do Yourself a Favor. Don't try to do it all in ONE day! There's too much to try to shove every attraction in the entire park into the 16 hours that you may have. If you have small children, ...
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Firte firte abar fera! | Ghum kere neoya sapnogulo...
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Ghum kere neoya sapnogulo…. Just another WordPress.com weblog. January 6, 2010. Firte firte abar fera! Posted by ranajit1 under Recollections. Tags: US second innings. Last email ta was shocking! 2-3 minute katha hoyechilo ISD booth e. tarpar r deri korini. je decision ta hoito ami before 16th december 2007, behush abosthateo nitam na, shetai nilam. I accepted the MS offer from SIU. amar lekha pore hoito mone habe jinishta ato ta baje kichu to na, ami atota over-react korchi kano? Ami bolte chaini…...
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Me with Myself: I am Missing You !
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Monday, April 19. I am Missing You! I am Missing kolkata and its charm! Missing 100s of loved ones there! Missing chelo kabab at Peter Cat . The Greenery at Maidan . I miss the Gigantic Victoria. I miss the boats lined up at Princep Ghat . I miss fuchka . 12rs yummy egg-roll . The chops. the egg-devil . kebabs . I miss shopping at New Market . I miss the Chambalamba . I miss the Nandan and its essence . I miss the narrow roads of North Kolkata . I miss to speak in my mother-tongue . I miss the traffic .
priyawrites.wordpress.com
My grouse against the slimy Indian | Strawberry fields forever
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My grouse against the slimy Indian. October 20, 2011. Posted by priyawrites in Uncategorized. I’ve even had a person with whom I was discussing visa issues tell me I should’ve just married an American and be done with the hassle and then of course he realized I was married, and quickly covered up the. October 21, 2011. People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent. Many people say what you have said, but very few do ‘walk the talk’. Priyawrites - October 21, 2011. I belie...
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tathagata's blog: "A COUNTRY IS POOR BECAUSE IT IS POOR"
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Paul J. Meyer: Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and enthusiastically act upon. must inevitably come to pass! Thomas Edison: Many of life's failures are men who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. Saturday, June 12, 2010. A COUNTRY IS POOR BECAUSE IT IS POOR". 2001census),UPA II`s report pitifully registers a decline in total expenditure on rural economy from 3.34% of the GDP `08-`09 to 2.59% of the GDP in 2010-11. An investment of Rs.1 cr...
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No such thing as perfection | Strawberry fields forever
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No such thing as perfection. July 22, 2011. Posted by priyawrites in Calcutta Chromosome. I’m not going home this summer. Guess that’s what the world calls it,. Had a very good birthday this year, R pampers me to the hilt, the birthday was no different. We watched. Zindagi milegi na dobara. Can never be too old for this, ever. R is very patient with me, more than most people can imagine, and like I said I can be very self absorbed, add to that my perpetual affliction,. Single in the head. Get every new p...
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Let it snow! | Strawberry fields forever
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December 27, 2011. Posted by priyawrites in Musings. I love winters, always did! Although honestly I think I love a little bit of any and every season as long as conditions apply. But maybe I have a special thing going on for the colder months and so here’s why:. Almost all my life winters meant the mild Calcutta nip in the air. Somewhere around Diwali, the nights came early, the woolens were pulled out of stores, you snuggled in layers of fuzzy warm. To the most inviting. And somewhere between all of th...
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Musings of an average Indian | Strawberry fields forever
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Musings of an average Indian. May 24, 2014. Posted by priyawrites in opinions. Much has been said and written of the many changes that the new government is expected to bring, including those in the realms of education in India. But is the verdict out too soon on that? Why is it blasphemous for us to think that our textbooks and classroom teaching may now be revised to also include India’s contribution both past and present in the realms of the arts and sciences in the world? Granted that there are chall...
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where no roads lead home | Strawberry fields forever
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Where no roads lead home. May 6, 2012. Posted by priyawrites in Calcutta Chromosome. Music of the ghosts. Blind you like does a burst of hard sunlight but if you can pull yourself together, it will be a glorious day, will seem kind, even forgiving, sometimes, and ready to accept your story in its colorful collage of absurdities. And to sustain me through the years I’ve always had home. I am older now. How did I come to be this old? God why have the years gone by? May 7, 2012. Priyawrites - May 7, 2012.
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‘Twas the best of times | Strawberry fields forever
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8216;Twas the best of times. December 26, 2011. Posted by priyawrites in music of the ghosts. Tags: coming of age. As shards of gold. Pierced the bellowing, dark skies. A dash of red petals. A sprinkle of green. Crinkled under our rain-soaked feet. The things we said. Made a puddle of water. I ran through the woods. The mountains and wild shadows. There was a dream. There was nothing to remember. No corner of an old road. With a puddle of water. Only a blue haze. And another night in the woods. Dissectin...
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