tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post115209909397703090..comments2023-08-10T14:09:34.311+05:30Comments on The Storyteller's Hut: ReflectionsAnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404497270479761723noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152875296631857482006-07-14T16:38:00.000+05:302006-07-14T16:38:00.000+05:30hmmmmm... this change keeps on comming and just s...hmmmmm... this change keeps on comming and just shakes you at many parts of life..<BR/><BR/> last week had been to a best friends wedding.. and the moment i left the marriage hall, couldn't avoid a blank feelin raisin... here on its never going to be the same..யாத்ரீகன்https://www.blogger.com/profile/10770053111944621915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152515234069981912006-07-10T12:37:00.000+05:302006-07-10T12:37:00.000+05:30Anon, Really?? :p..Thanks! :DVinesh, Sriram C S, Y...Anon, Really?? :p..Thanks! :D<BR/><BR/>Vinesh, Sriram C S, Yes, it does seem like a deal! <BR/><BR/>Anon, Thank you! glad you liked those lines..:)<BR/><BR/>RS, Hey! long time..Thanks..Yup, we all act so grown up, don't we?? :)<BR/><BR/>Dushyant Sridhar, Welcome here..well, I don't remember my first spring..the character in the write up does..It's my impression that some people vaguely remember things that they really enjoyed when they watched it the first time..! (am not meaning a baby here..)Anuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15404497270479761723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152341459972519642006-07-08T12:20:00.000+05:302006-07-08T12:20:00.000+05:30Good one!Btw u manage remembering the *first sprin...Good one!<BR/>Btw u manage remembering the *first spring*?!dushyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04102341076943902507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152293803904821152006-07-07T23:06:00.000+05:302006-07-07T23:06:00.000+05:30Colorfully described. It should all be more fun if...Colorfully described. It should all be more fun if we all didn't act so grown-up all the time...sigh.RShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11472333363851646195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152192501535266072006-07-06T18:58:00.000+05:302006-07-06T18:58:00.000+05:30These lines are too beautiful..Today, I have chang...These lines are too beautiful..<BR/><BR/>Today, I have changed, in so many ways. I have grown up. Yes, I have. I no longer let out a shrill cry of joy at the look of a box of toffees. I don’t sink my teeth into a pastry, unmindful of cream smeared all around my mouth and falling onto my dress. I don’t fascinate wearing all those jazzy pink ribbons and laced hair clips that I had once held with so much adoration. I live, carefully treading along the boundaries defined by the society, the world, people. I no longer ask the right questions. Even if I did, I don’t bother to struggle enough to get answers. <BR/><BR/>I bother. Oh hell, yes, I do. I care for what others would think of me. I care for not messing up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152165017295469102006-07-06T11:20:00.000+05:302006-07-06T11:20:00.000+05:30Guess it's another deal, made with life. Innocence...Guess it's another deal, made with life. Innocence in return for experience... thoughI don't know if it is only for a week, a month or a lifetime.Agnibarathihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11168495307511184238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152132378809284332006-07-06T02:16:00.000+05:302006-07-06T02:16:00.000+05:30Growing up is a package, and everything is "part o...Growing up is a package, and everything is "part of the deal"Vineshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13578673170981787471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658993.post-1152112586686438592006-07-05T20:46:00.000+05:302006-07-05T20:46:00.000+05:30Nice One..:-)Nice One..:-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com