Preeti Shenoy's Blog, page 93
September 19, 2011
Just a face in the crowd
Photographs capture that unique moment, frame frozen for eternity. Each photo tells a story, creates a memory. I absolutel y love clicking photos, as you may know if you have been reading my blog for a while.
A few days back, there was a huge celebration for Onam happening in my residential complex. My daughter was a participant in the folk dance which they had organised. I did not want to
A few days back, there was a huge celebration for Onam happening in my residential complex. My daughter was a participant in the folk dance which they had organised. I did not want to
September 16, 2011
You are loved!
Yesterday I had posted a question on my Twitter to which I got many interesting responses. What I had asked was this:
"Do you believe blessings of people come true? By corollary, do you believe curses can?"
The reason why I asked it was because I get so many mails which express gratitude for what I write. They tell me how much my words have helped them, how much they have motivated them, moved
"Do you believe blessings of people come true? By corollary, do you believe curses can?"
The reason why I asked it was because I get so many mails which express gratitude for what I write. They tell me how much my words have helped them, how much they have motivated them, moved
September 12, 2011
There's someone awesome in your life!
Not everybody will always treat you fair. You might have done everything you possibly could for them. You might have been there for them in their times of need. You might have had some really great moments with them. You might have cherished their friendship,even treasured it and given it a lot more importance than it deserved. Yet, when it came to what matters, when it came to counting on them,
September 11, 2011
From a small corner in God's own country .A picture story post
This is my mother's cottage. I must have clicked a countless pictures of this. It enthralls me just the same no matter how many times I see it. I am compelled to click a picture.
A close up of the flowers that adorn the cottage entrance.
And on the verandah this little old man and old woman welcome you and usher you inside :)
The path leading to the Tulsi plant. My
A close up of the flowers that adorn the cottage entrance.
And on the verandah this little old man and old woman welcome you and usher you inside :)
The path leading to the Tulsi plant. My
September 7, 2011
I did not die.
If you have not read my post of 7th Sept 2010, do read it here, before going further.
Right now, I am typing from a remote little village in Kerala, lying on the cool granite floor in my mom's cottage. I am surrounded by miles and miles of lush green rubber forests. There is also silence, darkness, the sounds of crickets and a myriad other insects chirping and the soothing sound of rain as
Right now, I am typing from a remote little village in Kerala, lying on the cool granite floor in my mom's cottage. I am surrounded by miles and miles of lush green rubber forests. There is also silence, darkness, the sounds of crickets and a myriad other insects chirping and the soothing sound of rain as
