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<span class="sqq"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it”</span></span></span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-37684734238623854212011-08-25T11:30:00.000-07:002011-08-25T11:30:20.962-07:00The Dark Horizons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXe8kwpDfY0zHam_4LTO679yoHbKobEcRr0-pk0braM0O6Kix7WKkuZJ672tHLKV_crtUs6NMCOO4tzsGuihR191BAui0pwHPOQeNpd1mgOj2LvnVCsgsuyGHsw1yWzfZVp7uPvMVZfoU/s1600/SW_082511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXe8kwpDfY0zHam_4LTO679yoHbKobEcRr0-pk0braM0O6Kix7WKkuZJ672tHLKV_crtUs6NMCOO4tzsGuihR191BAui0pwHPOQeNpd1mgOj2LvnVCsgsuyGHsw1yWzfZVp7uPvMVZfoU/s320/SW_082511.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Never have I found the limits of the photographic potential. Every horizon, upon being reached, reveals another beckoning in the distance. Always, I am on the threshold.</span> </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">W. Eugene Smith</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="bodybold"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/w/weugenesm141234.html" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.' </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-12926242223974422692011-04-07T11:34:00.000-07:002011-04-07T11:35:56.718-07:00Lonely Is The Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eQ4NnXgHLtU5ABO6sWuHNxwF7UQkY0T5rWZxuTJKxiXkLLofshHTcQLCDm9TUeuUiqdQ3ywFrnD2-actIvm198XBi044HjZp_a-D7tTv2EUaOZD1Jo2u6gFGpVJ28FToQIVjOz2aGds/s1600/Lonely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eQ4NnXgHLtU5ABO6sWuHNxwF7UQkY0T5rWZxuTJKxiXkLLofshHTcQLCDm9TUeuUiqdQ3ywFrnD2-actIvm198XBi044HjZp_a-D7tTv2EUaOZD1Jo2u6gFGpVJ28FToQIVjOz2aGds/s320/Lonely.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I can make it through the day, I can fake it okay <br />
I just smile and pretend that I tell myself , I'll be all right <br />
But lonely is the night, And lonely is the night </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">LONELY IS THE NIGHT (Air Supply)</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-50758594099131424012011-03-03T11:25:00.000-08:002011-03-03T11:29:33.794-08:00A Prairie Home Companion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTwsNz8ffv2Q7Q2hpAq_oAiSrnDjjh8-q5qpw0DMeSV-2IwjDHc8yllGrMxEp1vsEHdy_g2azUXktM6pgrkVTdgXK2ITdAVeKDhWy58NNvuSzTOB8l44k-lwsKtP80JT-FOb4pMl6OM0/s1600/A+Prairie+Home+Companion.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTwsNz8ffv2Q7Q2hpAq_oAiSrnDjjh8-q5qpw0DMeSV-2IwjDHc8yllGrMxEp1vsEHdy_g2azUXktM6pgrkVTdgXK2ITdAVeKDhWy58NNvuSzTOB8l44k-lwsKtP80JT-FOb4pMl6OM0/s320/A+Prairie+Home+Companion.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Do you believe in the fullness of time and the spirit, ? Most people don't, you know. It would be good, if you would open your heart to the fullness of time and the spirit, which upholds and sustains us through all this world amen. </span></div></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-91709409379869913642011-02-03T10:25:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:25:03.427-08:00The Mystic's Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SKhQayu0eaJBY6gl_7Sl8gMC19Uk-y3R_d62bhNZPjPTY_26mOeH-FMj6ddP66OUASrat0v9QK0of4Bvd0wId-z8DIklJDdyrOj5aEKj-0zbpTGaxcHbmLrxJ1z_ErjSf4W0aXc6Keo/s1600/TheMysticsDeam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SKhQayu0eaJBY6gl_7Sl8gMC19Uk-y3R_d62bhNZPjPTY_26mOeH-FMj6ddP66OUASrat0v9QK0of4Bvd0wId-z8DIklJDdyrOj5aEKj-0zbpTGaxcHbmLrxJ1z_ErjSf4W0aXc6Keo/s320/TheMysticsDeam.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A clouded dream on an earthly night<br />
Hangs upon the crescent moon<br />
A voiceless song in an ageless light<br />
Sings at the coming dawn<br />
Birds in flight are calling there<br />
Where the heart moves the stones<br />
It's there that my heart is longing for<br />
All for the love of you</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“The experienced mountain climber is not intimidated by a mountain -- he is inspired by it. The persistent winner is not discouraged by a problem -- he is challenged by it. Mountains are created to be conquered; adversities are designed to be defeated; problems are sent to be solved. It is better to master one mountain than a thousand foothills.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">William Arthur Ward quotes (American dedicated scholar, author, editor, pastor and teacher)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Adopted From"Marooned" By "Lightning Seeds"</span></span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-55660890494637883382010-12-09T09:52:00.000-08:002010-12-09T09:52:21.436-08:00The Blue Lagoon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmV0W1TvzEDd332oKqpqhQttWU07kBqC3Aoo3VJnwwOEIFZk8JDvBn9ZIxAjYblJZk5TzAuew_n4yZgYWqmOXn4k88nF9nXAetuFLJCnDJO7OE49sbjm0kwSwEZ4mzytd3SFcxq_4seo/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmV0W1TvzEDd332oKqpqhQttWU07kBqC3Aoo3VJnwwOEIFZk8JDvBn9ZIxAjYblJZk5TzAuew_n4yZgYWqmOXn4k88nF9nXAetuFLJCnDJO7OE49sbjm0kwSwEZ4mzytd3SFcxq_4seo/s320/Image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXB_HVRE2jN0DR468XjsW_8ZfJLNtGGI6UDUq4x4hN1xsnrBsJrYDF5X10FT4zH9x5kT9Lkb0AQzdhyhiey0wagxwZ7rt2AAktj8XjTbiJPsMAeTsj1JC6p1wz6aBoHrp-NMDs4ryL6I/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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There is a better place, a brighter day
Somewhere that's safe
Somewhere that's free
Where we can be together</span></dd></dl><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><dl style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><dd><span style="font-size: small;">So just close your eyes
And let me take you there
To somewhere only dreamers ever go
It won't be just a fantasy (oh, no)
If you believe with me
The two of us all alone
In a world of our own</span></dd><dd><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></dd><dd style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">"A World of Our Own" Lyrics written by Cynthia Weil</span></dd></dl>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-63211655728043491442010-11-11T10:58:00.000-08:002010-11-11T10:59:53.563-08:00The Monochromatic Oeuvre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIe0PW6rlG0nsVsyH2Wn2rg9kys8Y0nJ-NvEV7zV1GvVVIiZDOlQiGKVZpst5ulH2Nt3CzS7Mmg1Z974TMeSmUBBOgi8iUhXa5SrTJ5PhypAkFCidNDbVwwMTlseKA66qrVp4gYdfCng/s1600/The+Monochromatic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIe0PW6rlG0nsVsyH2Wn2rg9kys8Y0nJ-NvEV7zV1GvVVIiZDOlQiGKVZpst5ulH2Nt3CzS7Mmg1Z974TMeSmUBBOgi8iUhXa5SrTJ5PhypAkFCidNDbVwwMTlseKA66qrVp4gYdfCng/s320/The+Monochromatic.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Shades of grey wherever I go</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The more I find out the less that I know</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Black and white is how it should be</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But shades of grey are the colors I see.”</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Billy Joel (American Pianist, Singer and Song Writer)</span></span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-36126968341526708332010-10-28T11:05:00.000-07:002010-10-28T11:05:40.641-07:00Prism Of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJik2-ZwE8ElTwsAhFROakMxkRrYLi5Y2iPF5CuCCdnb_XJYEfl9ONtE8K9_uvGTs3Rk4vlkb2xFIV4ElPULT9EYSPWBzRVKG7WlHCh6TjKBwWo12Dy2yRPXyNy5oG2HdBEcNL5qXI_bE/s1600/PrismOfLife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJik2-ZwE8ElTwsAhFROakMxkRrYLi5Y2iPF5CuCCdnb_XJYEfl9ONtE8K9_uvGTs3Rk4vlkb2xFIV4ElPULT9EYSPWBzRVKG7WlHCh6TjKBwWo12Dy2yRPXyNy5oG2HdBEcNL5qXI_bE/s320/PrismOfLife.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am hunted by the future <br />
Will the future be my past? <br />
Or is time a fade out picture <br />
Of my everlasting cast?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love is phasing <br />
Love is moving <br />
To the rhythm of your sight <br />
I get closer <br />
To the crossing point of light </span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-75099446407060205352010-10-21T11:16:00.000-07:002010-10-21T11:16:36.100-07:00The Celestial Amber<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBlCmfKQUoj4K0r-5fGo0-_48cwEcrOsg8Zeoa7eBP9bOfORSenJGJgr-BZBMOZqA9SvbyJ7suX2zaAsLj6RPOUdcx4IR___2_8vbAx2kJj6OBaIw2WIFjKrR95iBdmxUGTXu4ROe5lo/s1600/Amber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBlCmfKQUoj4K0r-5fGo0-_48cwEcrOsg8Zeoa7eBP9bOfORSenJGJgr-BZBMOZqA9SvbyJ7suX2zaAsLj6RPOUdcx4IR___2_8vbAx2kJj6OBaIw2WIFjKrR95iBdmxUGTXu4ROe5lo/s320/Amber.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“Then I beheld, and lo <span style="background-color: orange;">a likeness as the appearance of fire:</span> from the appearance of his loins even downward, fire; and from his loins even upward, as <span style="background-color: orange;">the appearance of brightness, as the colour of amber.</span>”</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Quote From The Bible <span class="redheading">Ezekiel 8:2</span></span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-72666321012028498022010-09-30T11:35:00.000-07:002010-09-30T11:35:25.672-07:00The Fifth Mountain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9y08PfIFYRg70HiiB5hy4bOtK2xOMOdOVLcU7TMfBQWcoE0G5Cpnny2lVJLEyBPUsvfes6MZRbVgUO445qVs8AfcX4LDNR1s_MJxykNhqk2-hQExybhJ6f3hvaF5HjCnsUdmSntD_Vjg/s1600/The+Fifth+Mountain.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9y08PfIFYRg70HiiB5hy4bOtK2xOMOdOVLcU7TMfBQWcoE0G5Cpnny2lVJLEyBPUsvfes6MZRbVgUO445qVs8AfcX4LDNR1s_MJxykNhqk2-hQExybhJ6f3hvaF5HjCnsUdmSntD_Vjg/s320/The+Fifth+Mountain.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: #e69138;">Nobody trips over mountains.</span> It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">crossed the mountain.</span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-8208225015584793162010-09-16T11:20:00.000-07:002010-09-16T11:24:07.992-07:00Serendipity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jKlCQlv26b-qxqyfbejGiGjok-H-8DHTHsxBUZKVrGWmgproiS65OpmEp0QxFFS2np0OAtObKrsQkeH6klK5BmoQ_IZxHXuOL6qcgiQvUSKLJjU8pELzIvZU1ucUmA3XmZtZ2XKccCg/s1600/Serendipity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jKlCQlv26b-qxqyfbejGiGjok-H-8DHTHsxBUZKVrGWmgproiS65OpmEp0QxFFS2np0OAtObKrsQkeH6klK5BmoQ_IZxHXuOL6qcgiQvUSKLJjU8pELzIvZU1ucUmA3XmZtZ2XKccCg/s320/Serendipity.jpg" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I asked him, <span style="background-color: orange;">"What is Serendipity"</span><br />
He said, “Son,sometimes you don't know what you're missing until you reach out to touch it. Sometimes you can't see how beautiful something is until it steps back into the light. That's What Serendipity Is...”</span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-4099583293552707122010-09-09T11:33:00.000-07:002010-09-10T11:54:22.749-07:00The Rivers Of Belief<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Take me back to the rivers of belief,<span style="background-color: orange;">Take me back to the rivers of belief my friend,</span> I look inside my soul, I am reaching out for you.<span style="background-color: orange;">Lets hope one day</span><br style="background-color: orange;" /><span style="background-color: orange;"> We will rest in peace on my rivers of belief</span></span></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: orange; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Re</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: orange;">flections in the hour glass</span> is representation of a land which time has somewhere forgotten. The terrain that lies for us to behold, has always been the same and will remain the same after we are long gone. <span style="background-color: orange;">What we see in the reflection is a mere reflection of our very own soul. </span></span></span>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-29723114880401643882010-08-19T11:32:00.000-07:002010-08-19T11:33:48.280-07:00Abandond Lands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57eKWVPWBybnGFCRXmAGJVz-SMnBnKGMhkpPsF4gw2JUaYosIHYUM-RCrpfgzFbIjWhCMrOmUmerRSaw4ISQtRd3kzcHRmj7Bk7WSa04XCS2Mv_Y9Xgu_aS7rLbnHM1Tz-pFruClb0Cw/s1600/Abandond+Lands.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57eKWVPWBybnGFCRXmAGJVz-SMnBnKGMhkpPsF4gw2JUaYosIHYUM-RCrpfgzFbIjWhCMrOmUmerRSaw4ISQtRd3kzcHRmj7Bk7WSa04XCS2Mv_Y9Xgu_aS7rLbnHM1Tz-pFruClb0Cw/s320/Abandond+Lands.JPG" /></a></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-12103551558309223132010-08-05T11:35:00.000-07:002015-02-24T19:17:36.622-08:00The Journey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPF2kUv6G9WMIjNmR2LF58eut5WMMR0ImJAeBLRYHe6PbtUpVZI0lBwk3okK4s-kcoTTu_TO70LIkKdrtCgEu-60vb37-aAUID0fVYqoAGoNOeEYTzj5Y5UIx3oJLrj0nvuFQWMCzCL0/s1600/The+Journey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPF2kUv6G9WMIjNmR2LF58eut5WMMR0ImJAeBLRYHe6PbtUpVZI0lBwk3okK4s-kcoTTu_TO70LIkKdrtCgEu-60vb37-aAUID0fVYqoAGoNOeEYTzj5Y5UIx3oJLrj0nvuFQWMCzCL0/s320/The+Journey.JPG" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Embarked on a journey of life I have. Time to sit here and reflect whether the path i have taken is my own or i tread on some one else's trail. </span></div>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-40185882301057275182010-07-22T11:12:00.000-07:002010-07-22T11:27:24.448-07:00The New Day Has Come<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNmtMFWJbzOgQqS9eKdVWV-ewuyMhhHkZslXf7-yOdD_Z4COEqBsCPCrmoOQoL6SgKQDKutMaKG2RswB7nzjmq9lvK1mzEsmlhNNLCddl3MaeJnEy2ck090VqfyvsKYcObVjiyVAWZ80/s1600/The+New+Day+Has+Come.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNmtMFWJbzOgQqS9eKdVWV-ewuyMhhHkZslXf7-yOdD_Z4COEqBsCPCrmoOQoL6SgKQDKutMaKG2RswB7nzjmq9lvK1mzEsmlhNNLCddl3MaeJnEy2ck090VqfyvsKYcObVjiyVAWZ80/s400/The+New+Day+Has+Come.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496798914799600546" /></a>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-59582283761041986032010-07-15T11:20:00.000-07:002010-07-15T11:27:41.124-07:00What Dreams May Come<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_jWoTm1e9CPZ4qzrYwNSLSEmu0upPhTF9OJa4yIIpIB-NoqAkwgXMvFNXnFOFnB5yUAwU-Li5kvd80azDRjWKPBelgYAxnnH-eE_16JU_NzVWaRXSYG80Ze-tsdGCwswSn_93zIkiws/s1600/What+Dreams+May+Come+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_jWoTm1e9CPZ4qzrYwNSLSEmu0upPhTF9OJa4yIIpIB-NoqAkwgXMvFNXnFOFnB5yUAwU-Li5kvd80azDRjWKPBelgYAxnnH-eE_16JU_NzVWaRXSYG80Ze-tsdGCwswSn_93zIkiws/s400/What+Dreams+May+Come+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494201398947888466" /></a>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983061570341668213.post-28154732220590997782010-07-08T11:14:00.000-07:002010-07-08T11:15:42.064-07:00The Turquoise Perception<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPCABC0yfJCIRcFCF20lbcJuLZpbCSvU6YdBm20h4Xb5PCZpF2rzc9STZqPrtnw87zG32rrmnPzbPKOHz8vdBJOWpJdBtw2OxbnRilypn6rJWP5DvuG5Lzer6jvzwLBpvTD6C3gHU3N4/s1600/The+Turquoise+Perception.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPCABC0yfJCIRcFCF20lbcJuLZpbCSvU6YdBm20h4Xb5PCZpF2rzc9STZqPrtnw87zG32rrmnPzbPKOHz8vdBJOWpJdBtw2OxbnRilypn6rJWP5DvuG5Lzer6jvzwLBpvTD6C3gHU3N4/s400/The+Turquoise+Perception.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491600680356042770" /></a>Bhuvan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09390020865697648450noreply@blogger.com30