I love rainy season. Drizzling all day, running around , splashing water and black clouds.
Especially facing my head up towards the sky and feeling rain all over my face, simply awesome feeling.
I have recently shifted to Pune, I must say it looks great in Rains. I took some pics during my visit to Ellora cave and could not resist myself from uploading it on the blog.
http://ankita-natureatbest.blogspot.com/
here's the link
This blog is about what I experience at different times in my life. May be some of you must have had the same feeling in the past.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I miss myself
There comes a phase in life when we let go of our true self and try to be too good with others so they might like us. But the fact of the life is the harder we try to be liked by others the more opposition we face. And the least one is concerned whether he is liked or not the more people want to be around that person. Lately I also underwent that phase when I wanted some people to like me. But I realized that I can't change forever I might pretend for some days but I am real me from inside. Then why should I hide it. If they have to like me they will have to accept me with all my flaws. Because that's what I am.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Designed for Life
Home is a place where your heart resides
Home is a place that you decide
Home is a womb that holds the soul
Home is a place where one is whole
Home is the glow you hold in your eye
Home is the emotion that makes you cry
Home is safe and a place of peace
Home is a place where all striving cease
Home is protective against the others
Home is full of sisters and brothers
Home is where you find your rest
Home is where you feel your best
- Lisa Emry
This poem was published in Pune Mirror of TOI, I felt so homesick after reading this.
Home is a place that you decide
Home is a womb that holds the soul
Home is a place where one is whole
Home is the glow you hold in your eye
Home is the emotion that makes you cry
Home is safe and a place of peace
Home is a place where all striving cease
Home is protective against the others
Home is full of sisters and brothers
Home is where you find your rest
Home is where you feel your best
- Lisa Emry
This poem was published in Pune Mirror of TOI, I felt so homesick after reading this.
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