tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878684769651514469.post5980911009874835985..comments2023-11-03T18:40:49.451+05:30Comments on The Writers Lounge: When I look back, I don't see myself..Sandeep Balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09497006740037526922noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878684769651514469.post-67533554395118604362008-10-30T13:34:00.000+05:302008-10-30T13:34:00.000+05:30Sandeep you're correct..we keep hoping for another...Sandeep you're correct..we keep hoping for another sunshine..but what do u do when you're too tired of waiting for that sunshine??<BR/><BR/>but i guess, we still hope and pray..<BR/><BR/>thanks for reading...and thanks for the comment..Shrutihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04211085362400595001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878684769651514469.post-85499664967159505962008-10-29T16:52:00.000+05:302008-10-29T16:52:00.000+05:30thats what life is...what you wish doesnt always h...thats what life is...what you wish doesnt always happen...but still we continue hoping...hoping that a new day will bring in new promises...a new future...and we keep anticipating...thats what life is...and thats the beauty of it...<BR/><BR/>well written...i liked the way you described your emotional turmoil seated in tht car...that para in particular stands out from the rest...keep posting shruti..Sandeep Balanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09497006740037526922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878684769651514469.post-71926715794738114482008-10-28T14:30:00.000+05:302008-10-28T14:30:00.000+05:30you're lucky that they got back..and I hate my car...you're lucky that they got back..and I hate my car.. I don't want it. And well, music is the only way I calm down..<BR/><BR/>Thanks for reading Di..and I'll be waiting for your diary entry.. :)Shrutihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04211085362400595001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878684769651514469.post-619902157272074042008-10-27T23:36:00.000+05:302008-10-27T23:36:00.000+05:30I cant say i went through the same pain, a little ...I cant say i went through the same pain, a little similar maybe. Its awful seeing your home break away like that. Its hurting the way the two people that should be bonded into one are so distant. Together under one roof but million of miles apart. I faced it :) and I was/am the eldest. I have found my little diary again.. and my old entry.. written by I dont know, 13 year old me.. i will post it here hehe.<BR/><BR/>the Good is that they realized, Alhamdolilah. And are still together.. but the thing is, my childhood could be more playful and carefree and i might have weaved better memories. I lament it less now though. and it was all suppose to happen anyway...<BR/><BR/>and btw, i didnt have a car then. and music always freaked me out. <BR/><BR/><BR/>GOSH! phew i grew up. I dont like childhoods.. tsk!<BR/><BR/>so yes, another strong post by you :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com