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Imagined Realities: November 2016

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Sunday, November 6, 2016. A Dreadful Love Letter- Part 2 of Series. To The One Who Could Be. You, mythical perfect. You, confidante of a hundred untold secrets. You, the spinner, but never one to spill. If a story could start with, what if, it would be ours. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A reluctant dreamer, dreaming relentlessly. View my complete profile.

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Imagined Realities: November 2015

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Thursday, November 19, 2015. Am I really breaking out of character this time? Am I foregoing the walls around me? Am I letting go of all that has been familiar but detrimental for so long? I step out of my zone and asked to be burnt to dust, till no more of that angry familiarity stares me in the face? How could I forget I was spinning it? Links to this post. Hyperbole and a Half.

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Imagined Realities: January 2016

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Thursday, January 14, 2016. The veracity of memory. There is a certain boastfulness that comes with having a good memory. People rant tales, anecdotes, punchlines with exhilarating detail. The filters, in ones sordid head decides what kind of remembrance to nurture. I remember a lot from the past, till I started to dwell in it. Then of course it was time to go. Of course, parts of ...

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Imagined Realities: October 2016

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Thursday, October 13, 2016. A Dreadful Love Letter- Part 1 of Series. So I wrote to you, woefully aware of my presence as a passionate yet impermanent stalker. I wrote to you like I knew you, expecting you to 'know' me back because of our month long association. You replied within hours, and nudged me to the periphery, as two strangers took centre stage in an exchange of di...A cod...

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Imagined Realities: Hyberbole and a Half

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Thursday, August 11, 2016. Hyberbole and a Half. My friend confessed in the text that his daughter hadn't yet been exposed to the 'idea of violence' so her most obvious reaction was to giggle her way through the sound of caution till she had tears roll down her cheeks. Another visiting friend's 7 year old child recently asked me, 'Is India a dangerous country? Hyberbole and a Half.

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Imagined Realities: July 2016

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Wednesday, July 20, 2016. The year of the digital zero. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A reluctant dreamer, dreaming relentlessly. View my complete profile. The year of the digital zero. Working Notes and Images from the last few projects. Hyperbole and a Half. They Draw and Cook. Vasudha. Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.

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Imagined Realities: December 2015

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Monday, December 28, 2015. You are both detrimental to me. One with his honeycomb maze. The other with his distant gaze. You take turns with familiarity. You will survive it all. You, who will never let go yourself. You and your need to throw it all away. Truth is, I miss you. You are the mystery in this. The star attraction and the lure. You revel in you, as others see you. I was ...

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Imagined Realities: A Dreadful Love Letter- Part 1 of Series

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Thursday, October 13, 2016. A Dreadful Love Letter- Part 1 of Series. So I wrote to you, woefully aware of my presence as a passionate yet impermanent stalker. I wrote to you like I knew you, expecting you to 'know' me back because of our month long association. You replied within hours, and nudged me to the periphery, as two strangers took centre stage in an exchange of di...

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Imagined Realities: February 2016

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Sunday, February 14, 2016. I dreamt that my lover died. I woke up this morning still reeling under the utter disbelief and sadness that compounded my head as I began to come to terms with the reality of my dreams. I turned over and looked at him, sleeping in oblivion. I lay awake next to him biding time till dawn or till my eyes stopped hurting. Links to this post. I woke up this m...

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Imagined Realities: My Quarter Is Alive

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Where does one begin? From the heart or from the head or do words come from someplace else, from within the realm of dreams. Thursday, October 13, 2016. My Quarter Is Alive. A code I often employ to gain access into the inner sanctum of the much loved (and often ridiculed) Bengali world is - that I am a 'quarter' it (Bengali i.e. from my maternal grandmother's side). I was once asked to elaborate on the exact 'quarter', I promptly raised my left arm (in jest). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).