tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74663385211098483252024-03-05T03:13:27.499-08:00L. Aruna Dhir's LIFE - Shot & Canned!Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-2069428000428554322015-08-09T11:48:00.002-07:002015-08-09T11:50:22.660-07:00Sailing through the sea of life!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-3872490997409345692013-07-29T03:26:00.002-07:002013-07-29T03:27:25.352-07:00The Solitary Reaper at Mukhteshwar!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork">Behold her, single in the field,<br /> Yon solitary Highland Lass!<br /> Reaping and singing by herself;<br /> Stop here, or gently pass!<br /> Alone she cuts and binds the grain,<br /> And sings a melancholy strain;<br /> O listen! for the Vale profound<br /> Is overflowing with the sound.</span></b></i></div>
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-63668508918035915272013-06-03T03:33:00.002-07:002013-06-03T03:33:42.359-07:00As majestic as the horse!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With flowing tail, and flying mane,<br />
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,<br />
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,<br />
And feet that iron never shod,<br />
And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,<br />
A thousand horse, the wild, the free,<br />
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,<br />
Came thickly thundering on,...<br />
~Lord Byron, XVII, Mazeppa, 1818</span></b></i></div>
Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-17044094333911993362013-01-01T10:13:00.000-08:002013-05-26T11:04:26.654-07:00Sunrise in the Hills!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-29460885079212847852012-03-18T05:21:00.000-07:002013-05-26T07:29:34.705-07:00Mr. Bisht - the Organic Tea Man of Mukhteshwar!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language."</i><br />
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-41554751323399742712012-03-11T05:15:00.000-07:002013-05-26T07:29:46.286-07:00That time of the year again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span class="body">Life has all sorts of hills and valleys, and sometimes you don't end up doing what you had your heart set out on, but sometimes that's even better!</span> </i><br />
<i><span class="bodybold"> Ruth Buzzi </span></i></div>
Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-6812127200759266532012-03-04T01:09:00.002-08:002013-05-26T07:30:02.231-07:00Of Peaches and Plums!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><q>Study the teachings of the pine tree, the bamboo, and the </q></i></b><i><q><b style="font-weight: normal;">plum</b> </q></i><b><i><q>blossom. The pine is evergreen, firmly rooted, and venerable. The bamboo is strong, resilient, unbreakable. The </q></i></b><i><q><b style="font-weight: normal;">plum</b></q></i><b><i><q> blossom is hardy, fragrant, and elegant.</q> ~ Morihei Ueshiba</i></b></span></div>
Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-71901657265970298012012-02-26T00:51:00.002-08:002013-05-26T07:30:12.830-07:00A Dialogue!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>“Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there; My trees were full on songs and flowers and fruit, Their branches spread a city to the air.” </b></i></span><br />
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-32597160389454478372012-02-19T10:48:00.004-08:002013-05-26T07:30:25.669-07:00'BERRY GOOD!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-59609307654256121562012-02-12T00:42:00.001-08:002013-05-26T07:30:36.166-07:00Last Man Standing!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span class="body">"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.</span>" </i><br />
<i>- <span class="bodybold">Martin Luther King, Jr. </span> </i></div>
Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-48264527612417378612012-02-05T00:35:00.002-08:002013-05-26T07:30:48.703-07:00Speaking Tree!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-78486706970366816022012-01-29T11:23:00.002-08:002013-05-26T07:31:00.547-07:00A Man and his Goats at Jamali Kamali!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-82813269727293417032012-01-22T10:21:00.001-08:002013-05-26T07:31:14.990-07:00Life! Living!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-85446540748558578982012-01-15T09:15:00.002-08:002013-05-26T07:31:35.781-07:00Gajar ka Halwa at Darya Ganj, Old Delhi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span class="body">"Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.</span>" </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span class="body">And I always found that the harder I worked, the better my luck was, because I was prepared for that.</span> </b></i>- </span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="bodybold">Ed Bradley </span></b></span> <b> </b></i></div>
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It is the traveler's dower.<br />
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Aruna Dhirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894709217463766917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466338521109848325.post-62335243884285777372011-12-25T05:39:00.001-08:002013-05-26T07:32:16.659-07:00UNDER THE SUN!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span class="body">"You've got to get out and pray to the sky to appreciate the sunshine; otherwise you're just a lizard standing there with the sun shining on you.</span> "</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><span class="body">"Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.</span> "<br />
- <span class="bodybold">Victor Hugo</span></i></b></span></div>
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Yon solitary Highland Lass!<br />
Reaping and singing by herself;<br />
Stop here, or gently pass!<br />
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,<br />
And sings a melancholy strain;<br />
O listen! for the Vale profound<br />
Is overflowing with the sound."</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>by William Wordsworth </i></b></span></div>
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<i><span class="sqq" style="font-size: x-small;">“Events are the ephemera of history; they pass across its stage like fireflies, hardly glimpsed before they settle back into darkness and as often as not into oblivion. Every event, however brief, has to be sure a contribution to make, lights up some dark corner or even some wide <b>vista</b> of history. Nor is it only political history which benefits most, for every historical landscape--political, economic, social, even geographical--is illumined by the intermittent flare of the event.”</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span class="body">"Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever."</span> - <span class="bodybold">Horace Mann </span></b></i></span></div>
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<i><q>This is not the finish line. This is just the intermediate <b style="font-weight: normal;">pit stop</b>.</q></i> <br />
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