musings of an insomniac

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When I Feel Like Crying

When I Feel Like Crying

By Arti Honrao on February 09, 2012
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Spare a Moment

Spare a Moment

By Arti Honrao on February 08, 2012
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I am ... Me

I am ... Me

By Arti Honrao on February 06, 2012
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सफ़र है तन्हा...

सफ़र है तन्हा...

By Arti Honrao on February 06, 2012
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Alone, I travel the road

Alone, I travel the road

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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kshan...

kshan...

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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Yein mi...

Yein mi...

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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सपना था  ...

सपना था ...

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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ख्वाब सजे... उम्मीदें बड़ी

ख्वाब सजे... उम्मीदें बड़ी

By Arti Honrao on February 05, 2012
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Lost Friends

Lost Friends

By Arti Honrao on February 04, 2012
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Words

Words

By Arti Honrao on February 03, 2012
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I Let Them Go...

I Let Them Go...

By Arti Honrao on February 02, 2012
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Cannot

Cannot

By Arti Honrao on January 25, 2012
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The Best

The Best

By Arti Honrao on January 24, 2012
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यादें...

यादें...

By Arti Honrao on January 24, 2012
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Labels: hindi
Crossroad

Crossroad

By Arti Honrao on January 23, 2012
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There are so many things in life we cannot explain, so many things we wish we never have to explain. There are times when we wish we could just break free, forget what matters, walk into the darkness, steal ourselves away from everything and everyone. It is about how we deal with such moments, is what life is made up of. It is our attitude that defines who we are.

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i know  life is not fair  it’s tough a hurricane sometimes, and often i am not there  for you  when you need me because  i have my own demon...

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