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Wednesday, September 21, 2005. Tracking a person is the hardest thing I've done to death. But it's the thing I know how to do. I follow the prey with all the keenness of a bloodhound. Or, I would like to believe that I do. It's not quite so hard, though. I've done this forever. Reading people, following people. It's knowing people that I try to do. That's my job. Knowing people. I'm good at it. That's why they hire me. Give it to me," I croak again, and I thrust my hand out. I ask, handling the tie in my...
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Thursday, July 28, 2005. This is Delhi, my adopted home. How strange it is, the Querulous wonders. I’ve lived here in this city for close to seven years now, yet this is my first proper visit to the fort. My first visit, since I was a five-year old child in a powder blue jumpsuit, walking along with the customary traveling pair of Bengali parents. (Bengalis travel that’s what we do, intrepid pioneers of the first order! Have I seen you before? The Quiet is suckling on a finger. Perhaps, in Calcutta?
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Thursday, September 15, 2005. She sipped her tea slowly, and occasionally blew it to make sure the tea didn't burn her lips. She scanned the sky for some positive signs. He came in the kitchen with newspaper in hand and scanned through it hopefully. Both of them were looking for the signal form the Rain God to move out of the house, afraid that they might wake up the demons between them which has been put to sleep a long time ago, to be precise a few months into their courtship. So today when the entire ...
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Thursday, January 19, 2006. Temporarily out of action. Posted by Viewer : 10:08 AM :. Post / Read Comments. OOo- - - - - - - -. This is my writing lab where I experiment my writing skills. Confused, intelligent, funloving, bored, happy, sad, understanding, irrational, mature, immature . I am a bit of everything and trying to gulp the tequila called LIFE with a pinch of salt. View my complete profile. The Meeting (Part II). Temporarily out of action. The Meeting (Part 1 ). We are still good friends.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005. It had become a routine for him to see her gazing at nothing facing the sea every single day when he went jogging. He wondered what must be on her mind that made her come every single day to the very same spot and immerse her eyes into the blue sea and gaze into nothingness. It was the same routine for over a year so much so her sight became a habit for him. Until one fine morning she was not there at the usual spot. He was surprised and wondered the reason why? With these tho...
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Friday, June 23, 2006. There I said It! Finally I told him. After freaking 5 yrs of keeping it inside me I spit out. The cat is out of the box! Devu was speaking to herself as she waited for the traffic signal to turn green. Rewind 30 mins back. So, How was your day? Did you enjoy your bday? What did u do the whole day? She had this habit of shooting a zillion questions at a time like a radar missile espcially when she is every excited about something. By the the way, where is my Birthday present? I love...
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Friday, November 25, 2005. The Meeting (Part 1 ). The phone bell tore into the silent hot afternoon when she had slipped into a light slumber. A bit irritated and wearied she dragged herself to the hall and picked up the receiver. Hello Can I speak to Ms Devaki Nair". Yes this is Devaki.Who is this? Devu couldn't remember the rest of the conversation clearly. As she put the receiver down she felt the room spinning. Can it be true? Or was this a joke? Jalvayu hospital, Tilaknagar? E7 ,Ward 12. She was the...
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Tuesday, October 04, 2005. We are still good friends. He had the right proportion of childishness and mature thinking, and easily slipped into each skin without any difficulty as per the demands of the circumstances. I don't think I have heard anybody bitch about him, and this really made him seem different in my eyes. Why wouldn't I be mersmerized by him? Although we would have been great as a couple, he knew that he had much more important responsibilites toward his family. Posted by Viewer : 3:22 PM :.
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Thursday, September 15, 2005. She sipped her tea slowly, and occasionally blew it to make sure the tea didn't burn her lips. She scanned the sky for some positive signs. He came in the kitchen with newspaper in hand and scanned through it hopefully. Both of them were looking for the signal form the Rain God to move out of the house, afraid that they might wake up the demons between them which has been put to sleep a long time ago, to be precise a few months into their courtship. So today when the entire ...
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006. The Meeting (Part II). I had just put an end to four years of my hard work, the dreams that I had built in these four years had kissed the floor in minutes precisely like the twin towers did. Excuse me Can I help u? Well actually yeah could u please drop me to my convent? I had gone to the city library and due to some problems in the city there were no transport to get back. Can u help me please.". Well sure hop in". By the way my name is Kartic". I am Devaki" she whispered.
