Source: One Lovely Blog Award
Originally posted on ashish-vision:
My friend Saaranshsinghpundir have nominated me for One Lovely Blog Award. The name of the award is “lovely” as the award itself. :-) Saaranshis a great writer who pens down the emotions beautifully in his posts. Its always enjoyable to read his awesome poems. Do visit his blog for reading great literary pieces. :-) I would like to thank him for considering me for this honour and would like to apologise too for being late, more than a month in responding to his nomination.
- Thank the person who nominated you for the award.
- Add the One Lovely Blog logo to your post.
- Share 7 facts/or things about yourself.
- Nominate about bloggers you admire and inform nominees by commenting on their blog.
Seven facts about me
The seven facts will be same which I shared recently in Versatile Blogger Award – Take 2 post.
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Originally posted on The Seeker's Dungeon:
Miracles of Intention
Some days have a way of turning out differently than you intend. Some people might call this luck. Some people might call it coincidence. Others, serendipity. And some call it karma. The short, secular definition of karma is simple: “cause and effect.” You do something bad, you receive ‘bad’ payback in return. You do something good, you receive ‘good’ payback. Some wise men say that the cosmos does not care what you “intend” to do; the only thing that matters is what you actually do.
I may have gone a tad guantanamo on my persuasion strategies while trying to train the smallest-sized ants (out of the seven varieties sharing my rental house in Ubud) not to use my kitchen counter as their personal highway to some ill-perceived gastronomic nirvana of theirs. I don’t like killing ants. I don’t…
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Source: The Garden II
Originally posted on Judah First:
A FB friend asked me to continue this story, and since she has put up with me for more than ten years, I thought it only right to oblige. Besides, she’s the biggest fan of my fiction (who is not blood-related) that I am ever likely to find! :)
The tiny, wooden clock on the fireplace mantle gave off its characteristic, pre-chime click, rousing Branna from her thoughts. She smiled as she watched the little cuckoo dart out of its hole to announce the four o’clock hour. Henry, who had been enjoying the afternoon sunlight, turned his furry head around as if to say, A few more minutes won’t hurt. Branna cooed at him under her breath, and rubbed behind his ears, eliciting a deep purr before he took the hint and bounded from her lap. Branna liked to think…
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