“…you don’t love him.”

“If you just love him for his looks and sense of humour, you don’t love him.”

-Amisha Verma

WITHOUT ELECTRICITY- A nursery rhyme

I wrote this rhyme for my sister’s play school for the junior science fair. It is an attempt to make children understand the importance of electricity and how it has made our lives easy and that we should save it or else our coming generations would crave for it. I hope you enjoy it with your little ones!

Benjamin Franklin has done a great deed,

He discovered electricity!

Without electricity our lives would be so dull!

Dull Dull Dull!

Our lives would be so dull.

How could we have turned on the lights?

Dark Dark Dark!

At night, our lives would be so dark!

How could we get cool air of the fans?

Sweat Sweat Sweat!

We would be wet in our sweat!

How would we have cleaned our laundry everyday?

Wash Wash Wash!

We would have to wash without the wash-ing machine!

How would we call our friends?

Tring Tring Tring!

There would be no phones to ring!

Where would we store our ice-cream?

Dream Dream Dream!

We all would dream of ice-cream!

How would our lives be easy?

Easy Easy easy!

We all would be so busy!

Therefore, save electricity as I say!

Save Save Save!

Or else the future would crave!

– AMISHA VERMA

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY Audrey Hepburn!!

I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

Audrey Hepburn

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“Seeing longtime couples break up reminds me of what is so often forgotten…that love, relationship love, is an ultra-marathon, not a sprint, and far too many lack the stamina and dedication to keep running together…maybe it means it wasn’t true love, or maybe it just means it’s easier to quit than to keep going, I don’t know, but since I am single I am thinking this is a good place to stay for awhile and if I ever do sign up for another marathon I hope I will be able to see that stamina and dedication in my partner before we begin to run together so that we don’t end up running away from each other.”
― Christian Pilosi

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“For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.”
― Sam Levenson

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“Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.”
― Karen Marie Moning

Knew A Woman by Theodore Roethke

Knew A Woman by Theodore Roethke

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,

When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;

Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:

The shapes a bright container can contain!

Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,

Or English poets who grew up on Greek

(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,

She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;

She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:

I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;

She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,

Coming behind her for her pretty sake

(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:

Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;

She played it quick, she played it light and loose;

My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;

Her several parts could keep a pure repose,

Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose

(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:

I’m martyr to a motion not my own;

What’s freedom for? To know eternity.

I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.

But who would count eternity in days?

These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:

(I measure time by how a body sways.)

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“Actually, I think it’s the opposite.  We know each other so well there isn’t anything left to say.  Sometimes it’s nice just sitting here with you all, thinking.  It’s only best friends who can be comfortable with silence, wouldn’t you say?”
―     Benjamin Wood,     The Bellwether Revivals

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“You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

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“I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours. ”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook