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A quick post about a few random things Firstly songs will be on my mp3 (which is on low charge currently) this week: My Brightest Diamonds: Inside a boy Lyrics: (Actually I hadn't heard the lyrics very carefully till I posted them here right now. I now realise its like a love song. Even if you are not a fan of mush, let me assure the song sounds good anyway). Inside a boy I found the only one And in his arms are a thousand stars On a dark sky We are clouds, we are whispers Like fawns and shapeshifters Our ages can never be found out Our edges keep moving farther on We are stars colliding, though we crash like lightning into love. Love. In his arms, I'm alive. From his kiss, I'm falling into love. We are stars colliding, though we crash like lightnin into love. Love Ola Podrida : Cindy Lyrics: Cindy decided to leave her childhood diary under the bed She burned almost everything except for her wedding ring Because she threw that in the sea She hid in her neighbor's yar...

I have experienced many disillusionments about my cooking skills. My mother is an amazing cook. And I used to think that I have started on the positive side, as cooking skills must be something that one inherits. I used to be a bold cook initially who experimented and tried new recipes. Those few times when I started cooking maggie and turned it into burnt coal didn't quiet give me a hint about things to come. I continued my endeavours and got it wrong most of the times. But even then I was very optimistic that the next time I'll do better. It was this one dhokla -cooking incident, which finally managed to shatter my beliefs. It kind of penned down my cooking abilities. After this I could no longer fool myself or the world that I was gifted with innate cooking skills. On the contrary, I kind of resolved to the fact that I was a failure as far as cooking was concerned. It was one quiet Sunday evening and four or five of us decided that we wanted to eat something nice. I had hea...