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Love Songs: January 2007

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I wanna fill the world with silly love songs. And whats wrong with that? Monday, January 15, 2007. I touched you once too often. Now I don't know who I am. My fingerprints were missing. When I wiped away the jam. Yes I called my fingerprints all night. But they don't seem to care. The last time that I saw them. They were leafing through your hair. Where are you now my fingerprints? Yeah I thought I'd leave this morning. So I emptied out your drawer. A hundred thousand fingerprints. You ran your bath and ...

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Love Songs: April 2007

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I wanna fill the world with silly love songs. And whats wrong with that? Friday, April 13, 2007. WATCH MOHSEN MAKHMALBAF'S GABBEH APRIL 15TH, 3PM ON ZEE STUDIO. Have you heard a canary sing near the spring. A land of beauty and simplicity,. Where love is woven in the fabric of Gabbeh. Posted by Anvita Thapliyal. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Dreamer - aka Illusionary. Anvita - Finding the Centre. Arko: profile - no homeblog. Deep - Carnival of Sorts. Kaichu: profile - no homeblog.

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nightbird | | sOMe otHER kINd oF MAgiC |

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SOMe otHER kINd oF MAgiC. TIPtOE in oVEr this EdgE. A hint of burgundy. Pink froth over blue grey. A dark private jazz. Of crickets – shadow shuffle. A hollow hush electric. 8211; fanned air in. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 2 ). November 12th, 2009. You noticed the smoke up there. Thanks soumik, you were perhaps unwantingly the only right. January 17th, 2010. How come no one blogs anymore? It was a good thing while it lasted i guess…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.

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All About Blah: April 2012

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Monday, April 9, 2012. AND THEN GOD SMILED. I don't know who or what it was. Suddenly the emptiness was filled with overwhelming love. God or someone or something was there, who told me, it was all okay. That we are all loved. By someone. All we needed to do was believe. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Http:/ tanzilaanis.blogspot.com/. Http:/ nfyniti.blogspot.com/2008/03/spam-mail.html#links. Http:/ thedelhiwalla.blogspot.com/. Http:/ pakistanpaindabad.blogspot.com/.

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they search for their own stories in mine: February 2008

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They search for their own stories in mine. Sunday, February 24, 2008. Personal) word association game. Food: sub of the day. News: change of password. Links to this post. Tuesday, February 19, 2008. How many times we react exactly the opposite to how we feel? Many times, nowadays. Why the bad habit of saying 'We' for 'I', making the entire world complicit in my crime.). Links to this post. Empty time in your pockets. Stacked away for days. When you'll want to fool yourself. There is time that is blank.

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they search for their own stories in mine: lessons on unlearning

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They search for their own stories in mine. Tuesday, November 24, 2009. The untrusting of you is the untrusting of me. And the untrusting of oneself is the most difficult journey to undertake. Life keeps changing, its incredible what you can get used to, people get used to living without things they had been born with - eyes, hands, feet, fingers, kidneys, parents, siblings, feelings.But i think the real nightmare begins when you try to get used to living wthout what/who you had chosen to love.

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they search for their own stories in mine

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They search for their own stories in mine. Thursday, July 30, 2009. Life has to go on jack, with or without God. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It's no fault of my own or anybody else's for that matter:). View my complete profile. Before this there was. Life has to go on jack, with or without God. Ahun ahun ahun AHUN AHUN AHUN AHUN ahun ahun. Food for thought (atleast some of it )is had from here. I think it has to do with.

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All About Blah: Of Generalisations that aren't

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Friday, August 22, 2014. Of Generalisations that arent. I got into a shouting match with Delhi cops. The most common reaction of those around - typical of a jhola kurta woman who thinks that questioning everything is her birthright. Well guess what - it kinda is. Are you not aware of the acrimonious relationship between auto drivers and cops? It is the megalomaniac khaki wearer's favorite pastime - picking on auto-drivers". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The New York Times.

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they search for their own stories in mine: Come away

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They search for their own stories in mine. Saturday, August 8, 2009. It's just 3 am, my feet hurt from imagining how it will be to run along the streets unseen, unstoppable. To be able to leave and never return, to go from somewhere to everywhere and hide forever in nowhere. I crave insomnia, so i can keep running, but that never happens. I wonder what makes you think thats enviable, to sleep every night with swollen feet. Is there ever a love that lives in the singular? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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they search for their own stories in mine: March 2008

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They search for their own stories in mine. Thursday, March 20, 2008. It’s been too many times that walking alone in the city creates in me an immeasurable sorrow. Though really short lived it’s the sorrow of being severed from a centre, the sorrow of insignificance, the sorrow of knowing that you have disappeared as you step into a gali packed with people sounds, people smells and people faces. It’s been so many times. But we were strangers and I guess that’s where our happiness lay that day.