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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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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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Who’s that girl? | Strawberry fields forever

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Who’s that girl? November 19, 2011. Posted by priyawrites in Musings. And so while now I maybe older, hopefully wiser, mellow, and measured in my ways and my expression of what I think and feel, I am glad I was that girl who knew no bounds, and I hope I still am her somewhere deep within, that we will be reconciled someday, and that life will give in, in the face of our will and our dreams. 1 Mouparna Srimani - November 20, 2011. So well expressed, could relate to it too.🙂 God bless. Priyawrites on A wo...

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Ode to Pittsburgh | Strawberry fields forever

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July 19, 2013. Posted by priyawrites in Pittsburgh Places. 1 Sanchita - July 20, 2013. Having said how beautifully u write (by the way I still remember bits and pieces from Blackberries and wine—ki naam ta ti chilo to? I want to wish u the very best in life as always… u are an achiever and will stay that way forever.that’s what I believe in u as a friend. Lots of love. Priyawrites - July 20, 2013. Thank you so much! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Post was...

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Musings on Diwali | Strawberry fields forever

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October 26, 2011. Posted by priyawrites in music of the ghosts. 1 Suchismita - November 10, 2011. 8220;I like darkness, makes me grumpy and sad but I do, because it makes the tiniest flicker of light stand a chance”…I love the line, and the way you think. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.