Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: "She’s never coming home." A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it.

Watching a baby being born is a little like watching a wet St. Bernard coming in through the cat door.

I&#39;ve often said in the past that I thought MTV was sort of evil incarnate and signified the beginning of the end. And I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m entirely wrong about that, but they did sign my paychecks a year ago, so I guess I&#39;m part of the problem.

If you want to be happy and successful
You have to face the path of difficulties

Written By Divya

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