cherryrouge's Articles
September 6, 2006 by cherryrouge
I have this though cruising through my mind all time. I am a foreign language trainer. Last month I had taken up a new batch for training, the first few days pass by without any hitches. The participants seem to accept me and show interest in my teaching. However, I suddenly set my eyes on this particular participant who has a very reserved manner, very polished behaviour and who carries h-self in a very appreciable manner. I dont seem to grasp whats happening to me, i seem to like this ...
September 6, 2006 by cherryrouge
I have this though cruising through my mind all time. I am a foreign language trainer. Last month I had taken up a new batch for training, the first few days pass by without any hitches. The participants seem to accept me and show interest in my teaching. However, I suddenly set my eyes on this particular participant who has a very reserved manner, very polished behaviour and who carries h-self in a very appreciable manner. I dont seem to grasp whats happening to me, i seem to like this ...
September 6, 2006 by cherryrouge
I am quite happy since a week, i have a new friend now, who has opened a new door for me in my monotonous life. Someone so young, so fresh, and willing to listen to me. I yearn to spend more time with this friend. Whats more? I can just be myself when i am with this friend, i dont have the need to pretend to be someone whom i am not. Yesterday we went for coffee and had a great time, nothing like sipping a double shot espresso and bonding. Shaan (my new friend) i thank u a lot.
August 27, 2006 by cherryrouge
Living in Hyderbad, India and training guys in french for almost 12 hours a day isnt a joke...it saps the energy to its last ounce. To recharge my batteries, i had been to a place called bylakuppe, mysore dist, karnataka state, India for a 2 day breather. The place was awesome, an amazing retreat i should rather say. Nestled in the mountains of the coorg hills, this place hosts a big tibetan monastery open for tourists/visitors...the hum of the monks prayers, the percussion beats, the in...