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ஆண் ஆதிக்கம்

July 26, 2009 · Leave a Comment

பெண்ணே!

நான் உனக்காக வாழ ஆசிப்படுகிறேன், நீ எனக்காக வாழ மாட்டாய் என தெரிந்த பின்னர்.

Categories: About him · written by ThinkingGal
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Him

July 2, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I asked him who he was. And he replied that he:

  • lives in a 5 bed room villa in Bangalore
  • drives a jaguar land rover
  • wears Louis Vuitton jackets
  • uses Rolex
  • prefers Hugo Boss or Chanel deodorant
  • And, wears Tag Heuer sunglasses

And I said, “adiós”.

Categories: Funny · Plights · written by ThinkingGal

Irony

January 3, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I like very few with whom I can share only my past. And,I don’t like any with whom I can possibly share my future.

Categories: About him · Musings · written by ThinkingGal
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It hurts

December 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

The pain one takes to hide one’s true self, hurts at times.

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AdWords & Irony

December 3, 2008 · Leave a Comment

AdWords & Irony

AdWords & Irony

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Advice

November 22, 2008 · Leave a Comment

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Listlessness & Lasagna

November 16, 2008 · 1 Comment

As she was sitting in Little Italy waiting for her Lasagna, her thoughts wandered. She wanted to put the blame on something or someone. Should she put on him? Or herself? Or some other thing like fate? A glass of red wine had just become less engaging. That didn’t stop her from taking a sip though.

She felt low, but “given how it ended, that’s expected” she thought. Why things get complicated? However hard she thought, whatever she felt was utterly simple which others are supposed to understand/accept. It was from her heart and it was pure, so it should be easy for others to comprehend. But they didn’t. That left her in dismay, in addition to the deep pain that she was feeling. She had even tried to explain to them, they wouldn’t listen. She felt as if she is locked in a room without an exit. She felt tortured.

Lasagna was served. She didn’t know whether to eat or to sip the red wine. She just kept staring at them for a long time.

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October 11, 2008 · Leave a Comment

One hates the possibility of not being trusted,

One feels helpless,

One lives.

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