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Finally!

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Sting

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Yes, sorry I had to leave abruptly. Emotional residue from the previous evening's events have crept past the threshold of dreams into present reality. So, I ran down to the Spa to get a massage so I can get back to work rejuvenated. It did not work.

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Hello Kavita! How are you?

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Krispy Kreme! When they opened in the city where I am, people went doughnuts! The coffee isn't that bad either.

Monster is yuck!

Crazy Cappu! (Three shots espresso, three brown sugars, one shot chocolate) in a tall mug?

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Autumn.

Baby-sit neighbor's kids or Walk neighbor's dog?

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Aww crap! Lol here come more names. I blame Rani. See what you did? Its all your fault. How I wish someone would give me a cool name like Ninjitsu. Ness, you are a pain. Lmao!

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I was conceived, birthed, and nurtured in a small town in India. I am 100% Desi. I just live away from home. Sadly, I rarely had time for Bollywood or Tollywood when I was home. I 'discovered' all things 'Desi' after I had left India. It is as if my heart found its way home independent of my feet. Sad isn't it? To abhor all that is precious when its available in copious amounts only to lust after it when its a distant dream.

I go by Senor or as you have already noticed also by Buddha (Rani's Gift), Donkey (Alie's Boon) and most recently Yellow (Ness). Pleasure to meet you Khushi ji.

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Sit with a dying person.

Same question please.

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Snicker till you have a drippy nose Lmao!

Daffodils

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Khushi ji, its a picture of a brass case that holds an antique telescope and a compass with a raw-hide string to sling it on your shoulder. I do not own any of them. Just found that picture on the net while researching another antique object and liked it.

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I wish I was free today to stare into the distant distance and day dream of something that happened yesterday. Here are Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald jazzing Gus Kahn's lyrics. Don't forget to check out another version by Mama 'Cass' Elliott (Ellen Naomi Cohen of The Mamas and Papas):

Yes, stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singin' in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me, yes

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this, yes

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Yes, stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this, yes

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Yes, dream a little dream of me

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Ah! we finally meet! Superwoman's evil twin who likes to super-pound flesh with some super-stilettos. 'Go hug a tree…' what you trying to turn him into an environmentalist?

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Lmao! Yup. I am not ashamed to accept it. You women know how dangerous you are. Can you blame me?

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I was chatting with a friend and suddenly E. M. Forster's forgotten classic, ' A Room With A View,' popped up in our conversation. If you haven't read it yet, please do. A classic written at the turn of the past century (1908), it explores issues that are yet relevant today.

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A few days ago I found a frog in the lobby of the place where I work. We had an event of sorts that required a spectacular number of indoor plants that we had to beg, borrow or steal from other offices in the building and I guess the frog came as an added bonus.

I playfully gave the frog a tap and the darn thing wouldn't move. So I lined it up like a soccer ball and kicked it like one would a soccer ball from the corner. Poor frog flew in the air and splattered against one of the huge glass doors, needing immediate attention from two janitors who had to clean and disinfect like crazy.

The frog has been on my mind since that day. Sheesh! I wish I did not kill that frog.

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Hello person above me? How are you today?

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'We' are doing just fine cup-cake. 'We' just flirted with a beautiful auburn haired girl behind the counter at the cafe. 'We' just got informed that her break is in thirty minutes. How are 'we' doing over there where you are? Lol!

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If I were to say I have never felt what you have so sententiously written about, it would be a lie. We all, well at least, most of the people I know, have felt something similar. Loneliness has never been a special concern in my life, but, after losing the nameless dog, I have longed for companionship like I never did and frankly, never thought I could. In the mangled aftermath of my loss, I have discovered several things about myself, besides the undeniable fact that I need God more than ever.

If I were to say, Alie, I know how you feel or for that matter how anyone who experiences what you write of, feels, that too would be a miserable lie. I do not know how you feel. I can only imagine. Doing that scares me a bit. So, I can vaguely comprehend how much more agitating you feel.

But, you are absolutely spot on about one thing: God does love you. More than you can possibly understand. Yes, He does keep us all from going under. The Apostle Paul, who endured many sufferings for the sake of Jesus Christ once wrote to the church in Rome:

'What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.'

You will be in my thoughts today and in the days ahead. I pray that God would give you strength, courage and peace.

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Femme fatale (Several women in here qualify…but I not telling Lmao).

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