Monthly Archives: July 2011

  1. Roses & Tears


    24/07/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I’m sitting with my blue Bonnet clasped In my hand thinking. Thinking of my day That passed without a hitch; …
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  2. God’s Will!


    20/07/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I was watching Discovery Channel a few nights back and was mesmerised (again!!!) by the things I saw! Discovery, NGC, …
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  3. Caressing Whispers


    11/07/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I usually go for an evening jog after work. I think the only reason why I look forward to it …
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  4. Alone

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    09/07/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The wind blew out the candles And darkness hid her within its fold, While the wind howled louder in anger …
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  5. Book-Review: The Sicilian

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    02/07/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    A few friends on facebook are a part of this Reading Group called Book-Had. Its got its own blog too. Two of …
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