Kothakoli-came from 'Kolikar kotha', in an effort to log the monologue-ous conversations that rage in conundrum, the arguments and questions that rumble inside to make me, 'me'. Kothakoli strives to stay true to the name: a dance, an exotic, challenging, colorful, beautiful dance. Somewhat like life itself.

Petals of summers gone-by I: 2006


I loved everything about A107, except for the little light my bedroom got. Barely furnished, but this was my first home away from home. It was mine. Loved it almost as much as my first car. Turbulent times. Uncertain times. An hour away from the boy I had recently started to see. But fond times. Ahh...tulips.

Mostly got short-term, early spring perennials. My first bout of gardening. Big disaster. 
But my petunias survived indoors well into January, by then I had moved to Copperbeech. O well.

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