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I WOULD HAVE MADE HIM THAT HAPPIEST MAN ALIVE, BUT HE WAS TOO AFRAID OF ME. AND WELL, LOVE ISN'T FOR COWARDS, IS IT?

MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS

it's not that i don't think about you, i do... but mostly, i think that you were a one night stand that lasted seven years too long

Kulsum Maa

Okay, so I never really grew up with a grandmother. My dad's mom died before I was born and my mom's mom, well, my mom's kind of always been the black sheep of the family, so I never really got a chance to know my grandmother well. But this is Kulsum Maa. For those of you who don't know what Maa means, the translation from Hindi to English is mother. She is my dad's sister, but because of the significant age gap between her and my father, I always referred to her as my grandmother.

She's the one who named me Yasmin. She's the one who hand made me my very first pair of ghungaroos (dancing bells). I have a very distinct memory of her, her smile, how her hair was always tied up in a bun, the way her apartment use to smell. But mostly, I just remember the incredible sense of warmth that surrounded her. She died when I was 12.

MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS

i am big on perfection, but i am even bigger on responsibility

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WHY IS IT THAT KINDESS IS OFTEN MET WITH HOSTILLITY?

Yasmin Virani

Welcome to my blog entitled, Dear Diary. Some of the "written word" in this blog is based on conversations that I have had or poetry that I have written. But all of it comes from an honest place within me.

I feel incredibly honored to share my thoughts, my dreams, my memories, my loved ones ... with all of you and am humbled by the amount of people who read this blog on a regular basis.

Thank You!