Not Minding My Own Business
The train entered Ghatkopar station. It was the first class ladies compartment of the 9.30 Thane local. I had my nose buried in Robin Sharma’s latest book. I felt, rather…
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The train entered Ghatkopar station. It was the first class ladies compartment of the 9.30 Thane local. I had my nose buried in Robin Sharma’s latest book. I felt, rather…
Read more about Not Minding My Own Business(Reposted from my blog “The quill of the phoenix“. Written in response to the heartbreaking picture by photojournalist Osman Sangirli ) Are you really going to kill me? I really…
Read more about Are you really going to kill me?Our trip to Bali had been planned over a year ago. My daughters were insistent that a holiday was much needed. And it was true. I couldn’t remember the last…
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