யார் வீட்டு கல்யாணத்துக்கோ நான் மாப்பிளை என நினைத்து போய் கை சுட்டு வந்த கோமாளி நான்.
I went to some stranger’s wedding thinking myself as the groom and got burnt, such a fool am I.
[This saying is a result of an incident. I love kids, who doesn’t, and was invited to the sports day in my mom’s play school. I waltzed in as an owner instead of the observer I was supposed to be and got embarrassed.]
I need to quit blogging and get a life.
However tough one’s hide is, one still can’t hide from personal truths and conscience.
“Every saint has a past and every sinner a future.” – notable quote.
Business predators are like wolves near the top of the food chain that hunt the lonely (bloggers) who are like stubborn goats at the bottom of the food chain.
Only by dividing the ends of their conscience, the successful declare a dividend.
Any ‘ism’ leaves it’s true crusader with disillusionment, for there is no such thing as perfectionism; the test then is, one has to walk the opposite direction to finish life’s journey.
Heaven on earth is a glimpse of the spontaneous shared laughter of a mom and kid in trivial things, the world finds boring.
Y’all unfeeling robots need a reason for existence and you blame it on love.
If you tell a story and if it be yours, it better not be a sad story or you better don’t tell.