New Beginnings

Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending – Carl Bard
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New Beginnings

Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending – Carl Bard

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Comic Books Aren’t Just For Boys

Wonderful. I love the kid thumbing through the comic book.

Author Jennifer N. Adams

I can remember the first time I begged my mom to buy me a box of cereal. She relentlessly told me no, but I kept on and on, until she gave in. I honestly didn’t want the cereal, it was the toy that was inside the box that I wanted. She knew I didn’t like the cereal, that was why she kept telling me no. It was also the last time I would beg for a box of cereal too, as I sat at the table with a bowl of it in front of me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’m not sure if they still make that particular cereal, but I hated it before I was forced to eat it – Sugar Crisp was what it was called, it had a bear on the front of the box. They also had another name for it, made by another company…

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A Tribute to Ma on her 50th Bday

A wonderful poem by Nithya.

Musings of a Quirky Mind



She looks delicate as 

a flower, but she’s 

got the power, to move

mountains for her child.

She puts up with every

strife and will even

take your life, should you

harm her child. 

She teaches her little 

one, lessons of life and 

fun, reliving her childhood

in the eyes of her

daughter or son. 

She’s a girl, she’s a 

woman, she’s a daughter

she’s a wife, but more

importantly, she’s a 

mother to whom her

children are her life.


Happy Birthday Ma. I love you and hope to live by the example your life has set for me. 

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Tiger Tiger Burning Bright


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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake

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A-Z Challenge: Banjo Paterson

Views Of Preethi B

The poem Santa Claus by Banjo Paterson. We all do believe or atleast once in our life did believe in Santa Claus. No matter where we live, which caste, religion we belong but there is something special about Santa Claus that would bring a smile on our face no matter whats our age.

So a small try to bring a smile on your face with this poem which might bring back a lot of special memories that had taken place in your life.

Santa Claus

Halt! Who goes there? The sentry’s call
Rose on the midnight air
Above the noises of the camp,
The roll of wheels, the horses’ tramp.
The challenge echoed over all–
Halt! Who goes there?

A quaint old figure clothed in white,
He bore a staff of pine,
An ivy-wreath was on his head.
‘Advance, oh friend,’ the sentry said,
Advance, for this is Christmas night,

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Alfred Tennyson

Views Of Preethi B

The Mermaid

I) Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?

II) I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb’d I would sing and say,
‘Who is it loves me? who loves not me?’
I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall
Low adown, low adown,
From under my starry sea-bud crown
Low adown and around,
And I should look like a fountain of gold
Springing alone
With a shrill inner sound
Over the throne
In the midst of the hall;
Till that great sea-snake under the sea
From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
Would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate…

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A-to-Z Challenge Day Two: Books

A nice list of books.

A Rushed Joke

I’ve written before here that my life has been defined by books. I thought that I could use this post to share some of the over five hundred books I own (apart from the thousands I have read) that have meant the most to me or have impacted my life in some way. I’ve managed to whittle it down to ten books.

I apologize in advance for the low quality of the pictures. I’m not a photographer, and I only have the camera on my iPhone.

Book One: The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by Douglas Adams


Out of all of my books, this is my favorite. It’s easily Douglas Adams’ best work, and it’s funny. To give you a hint of the writing style, I’ll quote the first line: “It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on Earth has ever produced the expression ‘As pretty as…

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