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wet-footprints

this is my first post..n m pretty unsure of what to write in a first post....

.....so lets come to what this blogs all about....its about wet-footprints......imprints on ur heart, mind, lives..filled with the wetness of emotions.....

basically its abt netin or evrytin that touches my heart....

everyday is a packet of surprises(good n bad)!!!!n every day has a lot to give...a lot to learn from...all those tiny lessons from everyday life that often pass our eyes unnoticed...i think thats what wet-footprints are all about

born n brought up in goa(a land of beaches) i have always enjoyed walkin on the sea shore.
u wet ur feet n walk out of the water....what u leave behind is a series of "wet-footprints"...soft, light, temporary yet beautiful....as a child i would find immense joy in spottin my footprints all over the sand!!!!!

i feel all the tiny moments of pleasure in life are like those wet-footprints.....soft, light,momentary yet beautiful!!!...n living in them i find the same immense joy...that i found on the sea-shore as a child!!!!


hope readin through my blog is as much as an enjoyable experience for you....as it is for me to write.......................

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Anonymous said…
Wow..ur ideas and inspirations behind starting a blog are the same as mine.. well..i like your blog..keep writing..
September 20, 2007 at 9:13 PM
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