My sister Dhanishta Wadkar yesterday performed in Prabodhankar Keshav Sitaram Thackeray Natyalay. Good to see young ones taking interest and participation in Marathi plays. Good to see her lose her stage fright and perform a fun role in the play. Go tiger.

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Havanat to Gall, "Do you ever wonder why I cannot give up? What it is that drives women to suffer this time and again? Listen well to this secret, Gall, it is because to carry a child is to be not alone. And to lose a child is to be so wretchedly alone that no man can know the same... except perhaps the heart of a ruler, a leader of warriors, a Warleader." - From Dust of Dreams by Steven Erikson

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When I think about life, it has always been white or black for me, never shades of grey (not 50 shades). I can love people and I can hate people. Probably a short coming of mine, but haven't found myself to feel sorry about it.

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So true...

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Still remember the times when our daughter Nupur used to smile in her sleep.

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Want dresses like these.

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I am so used to smooth careless scrolling on my Android phone, that scrolling on a touch screen Windows 8.1 machine feels sluggish. Don't know whether it is the screen responsiveness setting or Windows.

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