tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530535156128062901.post2127809466916846360..comments2024-02-22T21:58:17.432+08:00Comments on Safe Spaces: What's in a Name?Puja Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02582119127299167397noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530535156128062901.post-30262315610932920952012-07-20T18:34:16.632+08:002012-07-20T18:34:16.632+08:00Got called Pujia today!Got called Pujia today!Puja Anandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02582119127299167397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530535156128062901.post-56562588152519039692012-06-30T05:20:57.091+08:002012-06-30T05:20:57.091+08:00I am so glad too to have met you again. And so pro...I am so glad too to have met you again. And so proud of my awesome poetess friend.Puja Anandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02582119127299167397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530535156128062901.post-48389954625725196602012-06-29T21:22:39.019+08:002012-06-29T21:22:39.019+08:00I do remember you befriending me when others thoug...I do remember you befriending me when others thought I was odd. I did not belong. I had not studied in the primary section and no one from my family had studied there. I used to feel lonely but I felt better when you and I became friends. You were that one friend I really needed. But we drifted apart. Suppose it happens that way in school. <br /><br />I was mighty glad I found you again. You will always have that special place in my heart. No, I am not being mushy. Maybe I should write a mail instead of writing here. I only bare my soul in my poetry. But you know that.gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530535156128062901.post-765856376146157132012-06-29T12:58:14.852+08:002012-06-29T12:58:14.852+08:00Thanks for writing Gautami.
I have very few memo...Thanks for writing Gautami. <br /><br />I have very few memories of that time. Except that once I had to write an essay on my favorite person and I chose to write about you. <br /><br />At that age, I was not really a person, at least not this person. Life was too confusing. People very rough. And I very lost.Puja Anandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02582119127299167397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530535156128062901.post-48837958833180361022012-06-29T11:48:11.936+08:002012-06-29T11:48:11.936+08:00I remember you telling me in school that your dad ...I remember you telling me in school that your dad called you Puju. It had stuck in my mind. I have some happy memories and some sad ones about the two of us. This is not the place to mention any more though. <br /><br />BTW, it's ok to call me GT. Maybe I am TOO sensitive at times...gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.com