Tuesday, September 27, 2016
I cannot win
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Kill me now.
That moment when you go on fbook, and see everyone drooling over a photo of your 19 year old daughter, who once told you, mom, I want to be the sexy one. Well kid,you must be proud. Whatever will you aspire to now?
Wednesday, September 02, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Sunday, March 01, 2015
Shameless Promotion Because Why Not?
Post by UPG Fabric Annex.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
India and Sri Lanka 2015
Monday, December 22, 2014
India Adventure #13
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Friday, July 04, 2014
Monday, October 14, 2013
Thursday, October 03, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Monday, April 01, 2013
Thursday, March 07, 2013
yaar and dost
This year in Delhi I met Kim in the elevator
She introduced me to her friend, Ashok.
We had a very lovely time together.
I am looking forward to meeting them next year, as well.
Until then, I will miss you, Ashok and Kim.
She introduced me to her friend, Ashok.
We had a very lovely time together.
I am looking forward to meeting them next year, as well.
Until then, I will miss you, Ashok and Kim.
Monday, January 07, 2013
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Goodbye My Dear Friend, My Phoenix
Just this weekend I learned that my dear friend, Phoenix, died this summer from complications of a massive stroke. The last time I saw him was about two years ago. He wasn't well. To tell you the truth, he never was. The very first time I met him he was hobbling around on crutches with a broken toe. Well, let me tell you, that was just the tip of the iceberg for poor Phoenix, a man whose body constantly betrayed him and his dreams. Phoenix always had his music, though. Always.
I was 23 when I met him. He was, well, a lot older than me. I suppose I needed that. I know I did. Thank you Phoenix, for holding my hand, and my heart, helping me, and watching me grow. Thank you for showing me how to make the best of myself. Thank you for loving me, and thank you for letting me go.
Play on, play on, my dear friend. Now you will never be in pain.
There is a comb inside my room
it sits inside a tiny box
and all the memories in that box
all the haves and the have-nots
and with this comb
i comb my hair
and look deep inside my face
to find a memory thats still there
in a different time and space
I love you all
you're my friends
Sometimes I get to feel so sad
for things Ive said
and things Ive done
to look deep inside your soul
to try to find that special one
and with these words
I break my heart
and look deep
inside your eyes
to see if you are really warm
to see if you are really wise
I love you all
I love you all
I love you all
You're my friends.
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