Devaneios à procura do coelho branco. Terça-feira, 9 de novembro de 2010. Play the music that comes from your heart. Play until your fingers bleed. Play to find that the pain went away,. Sing until your lungs do not hold more. Undress the words in your song. Make it a purely you. Write as you can,. Write your pains, your sorrows,. But do not drown in them. Nobody will judge you if you do it.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009. You can add up all the miles in between. If you take a good look all around now. All you see is you and me. When I look at myself in the mirror. I see you standing there smiling at me. Like the moon and stars and midnight.

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Saturday, November 22, 2008. Feels like jotting down some of the thoughts going through my mind, since the indicative official announcement in couple of weeks back. Well! It has been pretty painful to endure the feeling of insecure future and career for relatively no fault of your own. Simultaneously, having a family in our typical Indian context is matter of solace. Alas! Sometimes I wonder if a working couple is the only way! Sunday, August 17, 2008. India has turned 61 Yrs.

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