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Love in these times !

I always like the sound of the rains at night. They kind of  sing a steady lullaby and I just feel secure that everyone's at home and safe while it pours through out the night. The morning after dawned grey and squally and the chill came back and so did our woollens, for a while. It was a pleasure to be woken up by a host of chirping sparrows flying around inside the box window of our bedroom, taking shelter from the sudden shower. And our dusty garden looked rainwashed and clean :) !


Love is comics by KimLife is back to normal post Valentine mania , and we could actually find a CCD that had place and the waiters were not harried! Love in these time of hate does bring in a change with the media suddenly focusing on the price of roses and what to do on the V-Day and how to resurrect love :P ! Actually it can be amusing - l I was late signing the attendance register at work , cos I spent  a good10 minutes watching the antics of a young couple just across the lane - being a voyeur can be vicarious in middle age !
We had "WE-Day" and not V-Day........
Ah! How life changes.....and with that love :)!
I am obliged to this website for posting my favorite comic strip :
http://www.myperfectline.com/2012/09/50-cute-love-is-comics-by-kim-casali.html

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  1. Abhishikta16 February 2014 at 21:14

    "They kind of sing a steady lullaby and I just feel secure that everyone's at home and safe while it pours through out the night. "
    Pretty lines! :)

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    1. amrita17 February 2014 at 09:49

      Thanx Beautiful...:) It's one worry less !

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