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K calls me up to say that she saw her Dad wearing a short, frilly night gown. Mom calls to say the kabootar* went over to her place with a ...
No, I'm not back... This is just a short one for my crazy friend Agent Green Glass , who started a very interesting debate on her blog a...
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Yesterday, I met an old friend after ages and we had a lot of catching up to do. She was telling me about her plans to get married and how i...
Breakfast: Whole-wheat banana pancakes with cinnamon and honey, freshly brewed coffee and papaya , had at 9.45 am today. Slightly cold, than...
Breakfast Fresh Papaya Whole wheat banana pancakes with cinnamon and honey Freshly brewed coffee Lunch Grated apple and cucumber salad Carr...
Some months back I watched Saif Ali Khan (a famous Indian film star) in a TV interview where he was talking about life after divorce. Of all...
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Grandpa, circa 1945 Grandpa on the left, blessing Dad on his wedding day - November 26, 1968 Dad and my Granny, 26/11/1968 Wedding Party, 26...
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