ALAS, I cannot stay in the house, and home has become no home to me, for the eternal Stranger calls, he is going along the road.
The sound of his footfall knocks at my breast; it pains me!
The wind is up, the sea is moaning. I leave all my cares and doubts to follow the homeless tide, for the Stranger calls me, he is going along the road.
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From "Fruit Gathering" by Rabindranath Tagore
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Wazzup d00d?
Yo TS,
I am making lime juice :)
Remember the confused simley on inhouse... I am in that state now...
Sajith once told me
If life give you lemons, make a lime juice.
:)
Yeah I have seen some autorikshas here like that.
Hmm.. a karizma with lemons; Never seen anything like it.
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