tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post116587436040746905..comments2023-12-31T18:00:06.518+05:30Comments on Norwegian Wood: March Harehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179423902475376450noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1167232708994986462006-12-27T20:48:00.000+05:302006-12-27T20:48:00.000+05:30ouch!!!! painful!!!me being "monica", i hate losin...ouch!!!! painful!!!<BR/>me being "monica", i hate losing stuff. I once remember losing a little white toy car and my Jedi's lightsaber (which i substituted with a painted toothpick, but not quite to the same effect.)Damn!! That hurts!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1166528286912254742006-12-19T17:08:00.000+05:302006-12-19T17:08:00.000+05:30you make me feel like my best friend's just been t...you make me feel like my best friend's just been transferred with chances of future crossing of paths rather dim.<BR/><BR/>and here i was, all placid stillwater at the thought of finally having beaten the longing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1165985175896612512006-12-13T10:16:00.000+05:302006-12-13T10:16:00.000+05:30thought provoking.There's this plastic sword i've ...thought provoking.<BR/><BR/>There's this plastic sword i've had since I was 5. It glows in the dark, one of those things that really appeal to kids. I used to sleep with it beside my pillow till I was 10, I think. I dont know where it is now.<BR/><BR/>I'd almost forgotten about it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1165936246767835782006-12-12T20:40:00.000+05:302006-12-12T20:40:00.000+05:30ke haay hridoy khnure bedonaar nakisure enke chole...ke haay hridoy khnure <BR/>bedonaar nakisure <BR/>enke chole latapata :-P<BR/><BR/>you made me travel down the memory lane, something which I normally refrain from. Still enjoyed it thoroughly.<BR/>I remember having this small container which I used to keep all the coins I could get my hand on. I had around 50 bucks in there. Oneday this one girl in the class, whom I liked a lot, wanted an icecream. And I, being as chivalrous as I am, took out this container and counted the coins in front of her and said "I think I can afford that" and that was about the last time she asked me for an ice cream :-D<BR/>I have had a lot of purses since then but the container, well, I miss it like hell. As for your bag, you surely will find it. If not in reality then in your memories......good luck :-)Hatturi Hanzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12537417370829473242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1165907554844579142006-12-12T12:42:00.000+05:302006-12-12T12:42:00.000+05:30since u are an adult, everything u do has to be ra...since u are an adult, everything u do has to be rational...what a pain??<BR/>tell me hows the search goin??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1165891868333474452006-12-12T08:21:00.000+05:302006-12-12T08:21:00.000+05:30This was so well written.Got me recollecting...I u...This was so well written.Got me recollecting...<BR/><BR/>I used to have a bag that was embroidered blue and red with glassy beads and all.I kept all my stuff...like bundles of train tickets,business cards(that baba dint need),a pack of playing cards(that had 45 cards.I was very proud until someone told me that it was an incomplete set),pebbles(that i got from different places),coins,shells...<BR/><BR/>And i used to take them out of the bag at least once a day and arrange them on my bed and look at them.Then i packed them back in.It was fun. :o)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15010339802506979153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1165881691788911372006-12-12T05:31:00.000+05:302006-12-12T05:31:00.000+05:30Cant say anything.. everything is blurred..tried t...Cant say anything.. everything is blurred..<BR/>tried to pull out some yellow pages from the dark abyss, nah!! they are torn and tattered...<BR/><BR/>can only utter my favourite quote,<BR/>"to be young was heaven".Heathcliffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10010683272403781748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-1165880719427563422006-12-12T05:15:00.000+05:302006-12-12T05:15:00.000+05:30You shall girl..soon..very soon.Look here and ther...You shall girl..soon..very soon.<BR/>Look here and there and everywhere.<BR/><BR/>It can't be lost for life.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I also had a bag--a tiny patched pink one.It had a nice green particularly rugged looking baby elephant on it. I used to cram pastels, crayons and even I remember once a very very tattered copy of 'the town mouse and the country mouse'.It didn't matter somehow. I loved the colourful pages especially the one carrying the picture of the country mouse's home inside this big tree.<BR/>I wanted to have a room like that.<BR/><BR/>I lost it somewhere.Once it reappeared. Along with it came a three year old wanting to be hugged and given poppins and five star.<BR/><BR/>Then I lost it again.<BR/><BR/>I never thought I would grow up...<BR/><BR/>Sighhh...a thousand times..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com