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Ramblings from the Edge: July 2003
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Sunday, July 27, 2003. I never knew it existed, until. Spiralling cigarette smoke vanishing like. An Indian rope trick to the ceiling. Men laughing at their own nakedness. As the drinks peeled layers of shyness,. Waiters, harried, running to and fro. Looking tipsy with all the brews fumes. Some dope asks," Is.
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Ramblings from the Edge: January 2004
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Friday, January 30, 2004. On Reading a Letter from your Beloved. I read the hand written. Letter from my beloved,. Not with my eyes. All are very special. And enlightening to me. The commas, full stops. I even hold the letter. Against the light,. To see if there are any. The style of the. Feeling the kind of.
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Ramblings from the Edge: October 2003
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Thursday, October 23, 2003. Down, but not out. There is no heart ache more. Painful than the first rejection. However, after a couple of rejections,. You become a pro. But nothing comes near to that. The pain, the bitterness,. The loss of face. It is an exquisite feeling. Of shame, hurt. You wish you were an.
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Ramblings from the Edge: December 2003
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Saturday, December 27, 2003. Still pond awakened from. Its siesta by playful dragonflies. Skating on its surface. Posted by sigmund fraud at 9:59 AM. Links to this post. Friday, December 19, 2003. Sometimes when I reread. I get these scary out-of-the-body. Who is this stranger, I wonder. Why is he unsocial.
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Ramblings from the Edge: February 2004
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Friday, February 13, 2004. The Artist and his Muse. A well known American artist. And his obsession with. A model for 15 years. He had made some 200 odd. Of this one single woman,. Shown standing, sleeping,. Pensive, in the nude, brooding,. Staring, sitting etc., etc.,. What kind of an artist is he? Me as she...
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Ramblings from the Edge: October 2004
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Saturday, October 30, 2004. Have We really Won? Now that we have feted and felicitated. Our great heros, and are giving every. Sundry quite a bit of. The generous bounty,. A nagging feeling remains. Like an irritating leftover from a feast,. Stuck way behind and. That can’t be extricated. Have we really won?
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Ramblings from the Edge: November 2004
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Thursday, November 18, 2004. Walking thru the cemetery one morbid evening,. Reading all the heart rending sorrowful messages on the tombstones,. What would I like to put on my own,. Which could shock some gloomy soul like me,. After numerous revisions,. I came up with this one. Here lies siggy,. But all are v...
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Ramblings from the Edge: November 2003
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Sunday, November 30, 2003. Me Mom told If someone asks. You to eat something, please say. Politely, Thank you, I’m not hungry. Because, I had this awful. Habit of wolfing down food, not. So, in a friends house,. When his Mom asked, Why don’t. You eat something, I said,. Thank you, I’ m not hungry,. What was w...
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Ramblings from the Edge: September 2003
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Tuesday, September 30, 2003. Are Good Guys not around enough these days? Feeling of bad vibes. Called your office,. You wont be coming,. Called your home, and. The phone was off the hook. Didnt like the sound. Of it at all. Drop in and check. You are shocked as you. See me at your door step. I too am shocked.
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Ramblings from the Edge: August 2003
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Ramblings from the Edge. Everyone surrounds himself with his own writings as with a wall of mirrors cutting off all voices from without." Milan Kundera, " The book of Laughter and Forgetting". 1980. Sunday, August 17, 2003. Walk with me to the edge of the precipice,. And I might just stop from. Listen to my silence,. And I might just start talking. I might stop shivering. And I’ll believe,. I too am lovable. Look at me and. I will have reason. Talk to me and. And it will come true. Sooner than I think.
