tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26238555438846860792024-03-12T21:35:53.233-07:00Journey with God7 notes to Heaven.............Shivani Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05695398546446240159noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623855543884686079.post-83656346198697191442015-07-07T10:23:00.001-07:002015-07-07T10:23:56.863-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worse type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run. They don’t want to hurt other people. It is against their very nature. They want to make amends and undo the wrong they did. Their life is a wave of highs and lows.<br /><br />They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing, and the ones that often become activists for the broken hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.<br /><br />-Shannon L. Alder-</div>
Shivani Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05695398546446240159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623855543884686079.post-43879654019565250332009-12-25T10:49:00.000-08:002009-12-30T05:42:19.279-08:00Sebastian<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/450146840_883dd26ec7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/450146840_883dd26ec7.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>It was bright <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Monday</span>,i was standing on the footpath waiting for my college bus.(I don't know is it me who was always early,or the bus who never use to arrived at time)</strong><br /></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After a while I felt some squeaking ,I look here n there and I saw 9 puppies shivering,<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">squeaking</span>,half of them were brown,n others were black.They all were street puppies...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">They were like stuff toy,very cute and very admirable,As I took one step forward to touch them,they all ran backward...Freaky me!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The moment again I stepped forward...they all just ran away ,and i got upset :(</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After sometime,I saw one cute,little,too thin puppy stepped forward with his head bowed,as if he has done some mistake and he is saying sorry,and I touched his forehead ,but he ran away miles back,and again he tried to approach me,this time I shared my lunch box with him,he had half of it,and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">continuously</span> his tail was waving(Thanks giving :-) ) and at that moment I named him <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">SEBASTIAN</span> .</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When I was returning from college,I was all way searching for him...anyone could easliy recognized him <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">coz</span> of his unique built,and there i found him,he was running, peeing and waving his tail and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">affectionately</span> moving around me,I picked him and gave him some food,he licked up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">everything</span>,and as he was having i realized <span style="color:#ff0000;">HE is SHE</span>.....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Sebastian</span> was <span style="color:#ff0000;">female puppy...</span>but still i don't want to change her name.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Right now I am in Bangalore and she is in Allahabad,My parents are taking care of her,its all because she was dear to me,I miss her and her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">activities</span>,she is of different kind,she never bark,she always showers affection,by waving her tail,she is dear to everyone there.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Mom n papa both are working,therefore i was not supposed to have any pet,though i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">heartily</span> wanted...but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Sebastian</span> was my first dear pet,so what if she is a street dog.. but i found her very close ...she is like an angel!! I miss <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sebastian</span></span></strong></div>Shivani Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05695398546446240159noreply@blogger.com1