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The Zesty FIVE

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When I was asked to write about the FIVE zesty things in life, I could actually come up with a million! But here are the activities/ people/ things that flame me up into bouncing energy, get me up and about... EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Whenever I feel alone, I want a shoulder to lean upon, cast my worry away and fly high, there is this unique talent I hold which I marvel and pride upon. It gets my mind up and working.

Poetry is one thing which I can never exist without. For it fuels up my fire and sets ablaze my passion to render things that I consider far fetched.


Latha Kr


Well, you might see this as another post which contains the usual person that everybody feels they can't live without. Probably it is. But it is also heartfelt. She is one person who has been the driving force behind many things that I've accomplished at present and I know she's going to be pushing, goading me forward towards my goals, dreams and aspirations. Mommaaaa!! :)



When poetry has become an integral part of my life, so has my blog. My blog gives me the confidence that there are people who love what I write. They embrace my talent through my only platform of exposing my talent,i.e, my blog. 'G's World' has stayed near and dear to my heart since a few years and it shall continue to be so.

Existence as a whole has made me proud and propelled me forward by giving me the confidence that I'm a part of a bigger realm and anything is possible if I, as a part of the universe, aspire for it. So COSMOS it is!

G's world


I've always considered myself to be one unique person who just doesn't seem to carry her outer self to the world but the strong mettle that lies beneath which the others admire. Yes, I'm completely in love with myself and there's no denying that. I am self-motivated. At least, I try to be so. I spark the fire within me and don't let it rest until I've accomplished whatever I aspired for.



Zest is that which flames you into motion, gives you the right amount of clarity and precision and that which goads you to perspire for your right passions. I'm glad I've got FIVE decisive things which fuel up my life. What are your's?  

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