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When we're not together...

Your thoughts drift alongside memories of me;
things we've done
the way I smile so brightly
that helps you forget your worries
and celebrate your wonders

When we're not together...

your moods come into play more often
and make you yearn for the strength
You feel with me...
the security you find in my eyes

When we're not together...

You sometimes feel so very alone,
for yourself and for me...
imagining me being without
your loving feelings
as you are without me…

When we're not together...

My best wishes still go with you always,
wishing to share in your excitements
wanting to comfort your hurts
needing to be reassured that
you're keeping warm and well

When we're not together...

You seem to spend your time
wishing that I am there….

Quando non siamo insieme. ..

I suoi pensieri vanno alla deriva delle accanto memorie di me; le cose abbiamo fatto la maniera sorrido cosí
che l'aiuto luminosamente dimentica le sue inquietudini e celebra i suoi prodigi

Quando non siamo insieme...

I suoi umori entrano in ballo più e la fa spesso languisce per la forza che Lei sente con me... la sicurezza
che lei trova nei miei occhi

Quando non siamo insieme...

Lei sente a volte cosí molto solo, per te stesso e per me... immaginare che sono senza il suo che amando
sentimenti come lei è senza me…

Quando non siamo insieme...

I miei migliori auguri vanno tuttavia con lei, desiderando prendere parte a sempre le sue eccitazioni volendo
confortare il suo duole avendo bisogno di essere rassicurato che lei tiene caldo e bene

Quando non siamo insieme...

Lei sembra spendere il suo tempo
Desiderare che sono lí….

Dazzling bright yellow
There’s gold on the waters.
The street flows like rivers
I am a boat.

The colour is brushing tees, lavender is appearing on nets, laces, linen, velvet, lycra and crepe. It's a colour that makes for a very romantic feel. setteld on the deeper amethyst colour and have embroidered blouse teamed with hot summer feel with heavy duty organdy sari.

Abbagliare luminoso giallo

Abbagliare luminoso giallo
C'è dorato sulle acque.
La strada scorre come
i fiumi sono una barca.

Il colore spazzola dei tei, la lavanda appare sulle reti, i lacci, il lino, il velluto,
la lycra ed il crepe. È un colore che fa per un tatto molto romantico. il setteld sul colore di ametista più profondo e ha ricamato la camicetta è unito al tatto di estate caldo col sari di organza di dovere pesante.

My today's trends - the regulation pleats are ruled out in my blue sari. kalis in glass-nylon add a different touch, a brocade petticoat takes pride of place in there.

La mia sottoveste di broccato porta l'orgoglio di luogo là dentro!!!

Le mie tendenze dell'oggi - le pieghe di regolamento sono escluse nel mio sari blu. il kalis nel bicchiere-nailon aggiunge un tocco diverso, una sottoveste di broccato porta l'orgoglio di luogo là dentro.

My signature style today !!!

Crisp silk shirts teamed with pinstriped waistcoats and a sensual drape below the waist add a quirky touch to Vimal Sari with Gold earings and a matching long beaded funky and classic look neckless weave things arround it. Some facial highlights. And footwear too, wearing Morgis for strutting in heels, This is my signature style for today.

Il mio stile di firma oggi!!!

Le camicie di seta croccanti sono unite ai panciotti di pinstriped ed una tenda sensuale di sotto la vita aggiunge un tocco stravagante al Sari di Vimal con gli orecchia Dorati ed un uguagliare l'arround di cose di tessuto di neckless di sguardo lungo ornato di perline impaurito e classico esso. Alcuni culmini facciali. E le calzature, indossando anche Morgis per incede nei talloni, Questo è il mio stile di firma per oggi.

My eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or it can insult like kissing or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance for joy.

My face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart. - from Kajal Sen

"Affrontare" - è lo specchio della mente

Il mio occhio può minacciare come una come pistola caricata e spianato, o può insultare come baciare o, nel suo umore alterato, dai raggi di gentilezza, può fare il ballo di cuore per la gioia.

La mia faccia è lo specchio della mente, e gli occhi senza parlare confessano i segreti del cuore. - dal Sen di Kajal

The seduction of night, the melting of neon lights, the rhythm of darkness, the brightening stars on the horizon.

La seduzione di notte

La seduzione di notte, il fondere di luci al neon, il ritmo di oscurità, il che le lucidando stelle sull'orizzonte.

The kind of clothes makes me feel sexy

I love the lacy black or red shorts that are revealing enough to make of lusty things but covers enough to make you want more.

I love the way my smooth legs brush against each other, now that is hot. My own little dirty secret .

Il tipo di vestiti me fa sente erotico

Amo i calzoncini di pizzo neri o rossi che rivelano abbastanza di fare di cose vigorosi ma di coperchi abbastanza per farla vuole più.

Amo la maniera che le mie gambe liscie spazzolano contro l'un l'altro, che è adesso caldo. Il mio proprio piccolo segreto sporco.

There are two nuns. One of them is known as Sister Mathematical (SM) and the other one is known as Sister Logical (SL). It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.

SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants.

SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us.

SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most. What can we do?

SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster.

SM: It's not working

SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only logical thing. He started to walk faster too.

SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute.

SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both. So the man decided to follow Sister Logical. Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is worried what has happened to Sister Logical. Then Sister Logical arrives.

SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here! Tell me what happened!

SL: The only logical thing happened. The man couldn't follow us both, so he followed me.

SM: Yes, yes! But what happened then?

SL: The only logical thing happened. I started to run as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could.

SM: And?

SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me.

SM: What did you do?

SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up.

SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?

SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.

SM: Oh, no! What happened then?

SL: Isn't it logical, Sister? A nun with her dress up can run faster than a man with his pants down...

"Due Suore"

La sorella Matematica (SM) e l'altro un è come saputo la Sorella Logica (SL). Prende il buio e sono tuttavia lontani dal convento.

SM: Lei ha notato che un uomo ci segue per i trenta-otto di passato ed uni minuti di metà? Mi domando che vuole.

SL: È logico. Vuole violentarci.

SM: Oh, no! A questo tasso ci raggiungerà in 15 minuti al più. Che possiamo fare?

SL: La sola cosa logica di fare certo è camminare più veloce.

SM: Non lavora

SL: Certo non lavora. L'uomo ha fatto la sola cosa logica. Ha cominciato a camminare più veloce anche.

SM: Cosí, che faremo? A questo tasso ci raggiungerà in un minuto.

SL: La sola cosa logica che possiamo fare è divisa. Lei va quella maniera ed andrò questa maniera. Non può seguirci entrambi. Dunque l'uomo ha deciso di seguire la Sorella Logica. La sorella Matematica arriva al convento ed è ciò preoccupata che è successo alla Sorella Logica. Poi la Sorella Logica arriva.

SM: La sorella Logica! Ringraziare Dio che lei sono qui! Dire me ciò che è successo!

SL: La sola cosa logica è successa. L'uomo non potrebbe seguirci entrambi, dunque me ha seguito.

SM: Sì, sì! Ma ciò che è successo poi?

SL: La sola cosa logica è successa. Ho cominciato a correre come digiuna come potrei e ha cominciato a correre come digiuna come potrebbe.

SM: E?

SL: La sola cosa logica è successa. Me ha raggiunto.

SM: Che ha fatto lei?

SL: La sola cosa logica di fare. Ho alzato il mio vestito.

SM: Oh, la Sorella! Che ha fatto l'uomo?

SL: La sola cosa logica di fare. Ha buttato giù i suoi ansiti.

SM: Oh, no! Che è successo poi?

SL: Non è logico, la Sorella? Una suora col suo vestito può correre su più veloce di un uomo con i suoi ansiti posa...

I CAN READ IT! CAN YOU

fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe can.

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde
Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the
ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is
taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

LEI PUÒ LEGGERE QUESTO?

Il tihs di raed di cna di yuo di fi, il hvae di yuo un mnid di sgtrane anche. Cna yuo raed tihs? L'Olny 55 lattina di plepoe.

Io il taht di blveiee di cdnuolt io il waht di uesdnatnrd di aulaclty di cluod ero il rdanieg. Il pweor di phaonmneal del mnid di hmuan, l'aoccdrnig a un rscheearch a Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, esso il mtaetr nell'oerdr di waht il ltteres in un wrod sono, il tihng di iproamtnt di olny è il taht il ltteer di frsit e lsat è nel rset di pclae.il di rghit può essere un mses di taotl e lei può il raed di sitll esso il whotuit un
pboerlm. Non il Tihs è il bcuseae il mnid di huamn deos il lteter di ervey di raed dall'istlef, ma il wrod come un wlohe. L'Azanmig uhm? il yaeh ed io lo slpeling di tghuhot di awlyas era l'ipmorantt!

A few days ago, a person was recharging his cell phone at home. Just at that time a call came and he answered it with the instrument still connected to the outlet. After a few seconds electricity flowed into the cell phone
unrestrained and the young man was thrown to the ground with a heavy thud. His parents rushed to the room only to find him unconscious, with a weak heartbeat and burnt fingers. He was rushed to the nearby hospital, but was pronounced dead on arrival. Never use the cell phone while it is hooked to the electrical outlet! FORWARD THIS TO THE PEOPLE WHO MATTER IN YOUR LIFE.

Non mai, mai risponde un telefono cellulare mentre È ADDEBITATO!!

Pochi giorni fa, una persona ricaricava il suo telefono cellulare alla casa. Appena a quel tempo una chiamata è venuta e l'ha risposto con lo strumento tuttavia collegato alla presa di corrente. Dopo che la poca elettricità di secondi ha scorso nel telefono cellulare unrestrained ed il giovane è stato lanciato al suolo con un rumore sordo pesante. I suoi genitori hanno corso alla stanza soltanto per trovarlo inconscio, con una pulsazione debole ed une dita bruciate. È stato corso al vicino ospedale, ma è stato pronunciato dell'all'arrivo di morti. Di mai
di usare il telefono cellulare mentre è agganciato alla presa di corrente elettrica! INOLTRARE QUESTO ALLE PERSONE CHE IMPORTA NELLA SUA VITA.

A pastor walked into a neighborhood pub.
The place was hopping with music and dancing
but every once in a while the lights would turn off.

Each time after the lights would go out
the place would erupt into cheers.

However, when the revelers saw the town
pastor, the room went dead silent.

He walked up to the bartender, and asked,
"May I please use the restroom?"
The bartender replied,
"I really don't think you should."
"Why not?" the pastor asked.
"Well, there is a statue of a naked woman
in there, and her most private part is
covered only by a fig leaf."

"Nonsense," said the pastor, "I'll just look
the other way." So the bartender showed the clergyman the door at the top of the stairs,
and he proceeded to the rest room.

After a few minutes, he came back out,
and the whole place was hopping with music
and dancing again. However, they did stop
just long enough to give the pastor a loud
round of applause.

He went to the bartender and said,
"Sir, I don't understand."
Why did they applaud for me just because
I went to the restroom?
"Well, now they know you're one of us."
said the bartender. "Would you like a drink?"

"But, I still don't understand," said the
puzzled pastor. "You see," laughed the bartender, "every time the fig leaf is
lifted on the statue, the lights go out
in the whole place.
Now, how about that drink?"

Why some people eat/drink in front of others? What causes this social anxiety?

Sometimes, in travelling a path, we discover a short-cut, and we reach our destination in less time and with less effort than we thought, when we began the journey, would be required of us.

On the path to self-awareness, however, there are no short-cuts. Personal growth awareness of the person we are in every present moment is an ongoing lifetime process. The end of one learning cycle is always the beginning of the next.

Growth on any level, for any life form, is a continual process. Our soul's growth accumulates from lifetime to lifetime within each level of consciousness, and moves with us from one level to the next.

It is never a case of all or nothing, with our infinite future being permanently defined by the choices we make within a given timespan on a given level of learning; because soul experience for the purpose of growth is the only real objective in life.

God poses no limitations, no time limits, no space limits on our infinite, predestined accomplishment of that objective. Each soul learns through experience in its own time and on its own terms, as does every human being.

When, for our soul growth objectives, we come into a physical existence as a human being, we come in fully capable, on every level, of fulfilling the growth objectives we have planned to accomplish through our life experiences.

Each of us has in each lifetime one primary lesson we hope to learn. The secondary lessons that we build into our life plan are lessons that support and point to the primary lesson.

Based on our life plan, everything in our lives is geared to exposing us to the people, the events, and the circumstances that will encourage us to learn through our own experience — what we came here to learn.

Sometimes, we choose to look at our lives objectively and see the people, events and circumstances as the learning experiences they were intended to be. Sometimes, we choose to look at life from a more human, more emotional perspective.

A young businessman had just started his own firm. He rented a beautiful office and had it furnished with antiques. Sitting there, he saw a man come in to the outer office. Wishing to appear the hot shot, the businessman picked up the phone and started to pretend he had a big deal working. He threw huge figures around and made giant commitments. Finally he hung up and asked the visitor, "Can I help you?"
The man said, "Yeah, I've come to activate your phone lines."

An office manager arrives at his department and sees an employee sitting behind his desk, totally stressed out. He gives him the advice: "I went home every afternoon for two weeks and had myself pampered by my wife. It was fantastic, and it really helped; you should try it too!".
Two weeks later, when the manager arrives at his department, he sees the man happy and full of energy at his desk. The faxes are piling up, and the computer is running at full speed.
"I see you followed my advice"."I did", answers the employee. "It was great! By the way I didn't know you had such a nice house!".

Perhaps that's why I believe that fashion should have wit, wisdom and a certain cultural context. It should help, not hinder the girl. I think so..

People say that age is just a state of mind. I say it's more about the state of my body.

At my holiday or on weekend my dress should be like a barbed-wire fence, that serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

I wouldn't feel right wearing clothes that covered my whole body.

My hot pants were so damned tight, I could hardly breathe.

I never in the history of fashion has so little material been raised so high to reveal so much that needs to be covered so badly.

Right now, let you take me by your hand, right now, put your lips at my command, right now, fly me off to lovers lane, kiss me, right now, where you need your love to do most !!!

A little field-mouse was lost in a dense wood, unable to find his way out. He came upon a wise old owl sitting in a tree. "Please help me, wise old owl, how can I get out of this wood?" said the field-mouse.

"Easy," said the owl, "Grow wings and fly out, as I do."

"But how can I grow wings?" asked the mouse.

The owl looked at him haughtily, sniffed disdainfully, and said, "Don't bother me with the details, I only decide the policy."

I halve a spelling checker,
It came with my pea see.
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I dew knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait aweigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the era rite
Its rarely ever wrong.

I've scent this massage threw it,
And I'm shore your pleased too no
Its letter prefect in every weigh;
My checker tolled me sew.

(If you no who rote it contact me)

A girl bought a Lifegear treadmill for Rs 60,000 and diligently walked on it every morning for three months to lose weight. Then, inevitably, the law of marginal utility caught up.

She gradually lost her exercising fervour and discovered a more exciting and practical aspect of the machine. Its handlebar, to be precise. She dries clothes on it. She is fortunate.

If she had used the machine more regularly, she might have hurt herself. Girl merely spent Rs 2,500 to buy her gym machine and diligently used it till her efforts took a tragic turn.

Inspired by TV, she had ordered the ab trainer, which promised her a flat tummy in 10 days. When girl slogged on the machine she injured her back and landed at the physiotherapist's.

"I paid the price for wanting a flat ab without trying to lose weight from my entire body." Enthusiastic, weight-loss machine buyers like that girl are known to have injured their backs, shoulders, hands and legs.

Some have fallen flat on their faces while walking a vibrating treadmill, slipped their discs and hurt their knees. Some develop hernia.

Popcorn is no pop culture fad but a snack that's over 5,000 years old. But it became an integral part of cinema theatres during the early 20th century. Popcorn vendors set up stalls outside theatres.

While theatre owners considered them a nuisance, these vendors attracted moviegoers by the dozen. Theatre owners thought it a good proposition to ask them to set up stalls inside the premises in return for a portion of their sales.

Eventually, popcorn vending machines made their appearance and the snack has ever since been associated with movies.

My seduction of night,
with melting of neon lights,
The rhythm of darkness,
The brithtening stars on the horizon.

And.....
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through,
When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew.
When I am hit, colour I change,
And colour, I come a quite a range.
What I cover is very complex,
And I am very easy to flex.

What am I ?
----- My sexy skin !!!

Saturday, May 27, 2006 11:14:19 pm

During a visit to an old mosque in Cairo, I stopped on my way out, spellbound by a young maulvi's resonant chanting calling the faithful to prayer. I was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the human voice made transcendent by faith. I waited till his chant ended.

My guide, an Egyptian Christian, asked if I'd like to be introduced to the young man. I said I would. She introduced us, and the maulvi, in halting English, asked if I were Muslim. The guide, knowing that I was not, looked discomfited, thinking I might be offended by the assumption.

I replied, regretfully, that I wasn't in fact Muslim. Then the maulvi said something remarkable. Holding two fingers very slightly apart, he suggested "Little bit Muslim, yes?" I replied, "Yes, absolutely," and meant it.

Born into Hinduism, I now call myself a practicing atheist. But that does not preclude me from being "Little bit Muslim, yes?". Or little bit Christian, or Buddhist, or Sikh, or Hindu. On occasion I have been, and will be, all these.

If I wasn't, I couldn't be moved by a maulvi's call to prayer, or the soaring spire of a cathedral, or a sputa painted with the turquoise eyes of the Buddha, or the Gurbani being sung in the Har Mandir, or the recitation of the Gayatri Mantra