FBD CC # 4 - |IO| Princess & Doll ❤️

Fantasia.

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Posted: 13 years ago

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haww shivi kyuuunn?? 😳

and mehaku thank u for the color compliment!! 😳

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Fantasia.

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Posted: 13 years ago

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Mulan.

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Posted: 13 years ago

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kinzuuu gota go! :(

mama calling for lunch and i just heard we have an evening of visiting coming up! :(

msg u ! mwah

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Posted: 13 years ago

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had hai kinzu! :/

reading our thread without me? :p

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Fantasia.

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Posted: 13 years ago

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mehakuuu!! .. pata hai have such beautiful memories .. ❤️

anyways .. what about our writing plan? .. 😳

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Posted: 13 years ago

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ofcourse we do kinzu! this thread is farrr too special for all of us! <3

writing plan? :/

bataya na visiting day hai aj! ;/

but see i found this poem! matlab mujhe pasand aye so i may work on this!

At dawn shey(1) departed
My mind tried to console me -
' Everything is Maya(2)'.
Angrily I replied:
'Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed---
all these are real.'

My mind said: 'Yet, think again.'
I rejoined: ' You better stop.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are 'Maya',
then why should 'shey' be more unreal?'

My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
'That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace.'

I replied in anger: 'How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?'

Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,
I began to strike at everything in this world
that gave me shelter.
And I screamed:' The world is treacherous.'

Suddenly, I was startled.
It seemed like someone admonished me :' You- ungrateful ! '

I looked at the crescent moon
hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
As if the dear departed one is smiling
and playing hide-and-seek with me.

From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars
came a rebuke: 'when I let you grasp me you call it an deception,
and yet when I remain concealed,
why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction?'

Rabindranath Tagore