I was seventeen once.
Hard to believe, to me at least, but true. So, now that it has been a few days: how does it feel to be seventeen, Iceh? 1,298 more words
We have passed many mango seasons. We are still mango in tree and cuckoo, the latter shouting for west hills rain.
We can pelt no stones at mangoes now but can eat stones off their sweet pulp.Our eaten stones sprout tender leaves from stinking garbage dumps ,homes to pigs.When they grow big they host cuckoos ,their branches rub each other in love. 21 more words
By the title of the Blog you can tell that I identify with the Disney princesses as far as my relationship style goes. Every man I have chemistry with is Prince Charming or maybe even a frog that will turn into a prince once I break the evil spell. 648 more words