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 J G | 19:06 | 21/Feb/2008
Friends: (527)  | City: Noida  | Interests: Reading, Music, K...
Have you Ever?Have you ever climbed up in a tree and sat there for no apparent reason? I still remember the joy it brought me.I didn’t know at the time why I had the urge to climb the tree, a mature May Flower tree whose heavy lower limbs were a good eight feet off the ground in the near by hill. It had been 19 years or so since I was in a tree for...  more...
 Indigo Iris | 11:58 | 26/May/2008
Friends: (61)  | City: terra firma  | Interests: poems,country mus...
Words Again....
The words once so fondly your ownlet loose, remain no more yours aloneout of the cozy shaftthey tremble a moment aside,gather pace after aft'and travel far and wideMany a shore they seek to reachat the journey's end, loved by somefar more minds they beseechMany a heart they merrily rip apartbut with what innocence at the startBereft of all the powe...  more...
 chaitali rai | 22:18 | 25/Apr/2008
Friends: (616)  | City: in my sweet little world  | Interests: films,astrology,y...
                       Modern Panchtantra Story [ IT HUMOR ]             Once upon a time , there was a software engineer who used to develop programs on his             Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He  used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday  market.             One day, while he was working...  more...
 Naina | 17:03 | 28/May/2008
Friends: (405)  | City: Mumbai  | Interests: reading,music
Greatness or Commonplace?
Greatness or commonplace? I am a needle in the haystack of humanity. So why bother looking for me? Its near impossible to find me in such a vast sea of faces. My image is reflected in so many eyes and what I see of myself in their eyes is so vastly varied that I fail to establish my own identity. Yet man is encouraged to hold his or her own and not...  more...