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The Quintessential Girl: March 2013
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Her bare soul turned inside out. March 5, 2013. Was it necessary, then, to weep before you recognised joy? He remembers how the night before he left her,. How a tear or two trickled down his cheek,. And how she, a woman he had learned to love. Without knowing how to tell her, had taken his tears. As the token she'd been waiting for,. The sign that he didn't want to leave her,. They were mere strangers,. Strangers who knew each other only too well. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). What you liked about her.
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The Quintessential Girl: Lost in Translation
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Her bare soul turned inside out. January 17, 2013. What had happened to their unending conversation? For years she'd consulted him about her decisions,. Occupied herself with his comforts, enjoyed his presence. Beside her in bed awake or asleep, depended on his involvement. In every aspect of her life, felt rejected when he came home and,. Burying himself in some tome of Ghalib, Tolstoy or Dostoevsky,. Seemed to ignore her need for company, or responded to her. That sometimes bordered on cruelty. What ha...
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The Quintessential Girl: A Story of Boy Meets Girl
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Her bare soul turned inside out. July 21, 2013. A Story of Boy Meets Girl. You peck like a bird,". He says disapprovingly, as he dips the toast,. All of his and most of hers, in the hot tea. She quietly slips a square of toast into his plate. It is not true that she has such a meagre appetite. Or he such a large one, and they both know it. But it is one part, a necessary part,. Of the complex ritual of belonging,. This transfer of food from her plate to his. Thanks a lot for reading. The Weakness in Her.
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The Quintessential Girl: All I could do was cry
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Her bare soul turned inside out. December 7, 2013. All I could do was cry. It is the saddest thing, for tonight is their last night. As an innocent, complete, ideal couple; her last night. With a man she has known for so many years,. A man she knows almost everything about,. And wants no more of. Soon they will be strangers; no wait, they can never be that. Even hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. January 20, 2014 at 8:22 AM. Thanks a lot for reading. Go ahead, and let those words flow :).
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The Quintessential Girl: Anyone else but you
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Her bare soul turned inside out. October 18, 2012. Anyone else but you. Wasn't it terrible that most of their energy was devoted not to doing things together,. But rather in devising ways so that they could have some time alone;. She doing the groceries so that he could go running in the park, or vice versa,. So that she could browse in a book-store and get her nails done? And wasn't it terrible, how much she looked forward to these moments,. To spend one's life with, even in spite of missing the person,.
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Inspired...: Note to self
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Have you ever stared down too long,. But just at a few unmeaning lines,. Smiling at nothing save yourself,. Have your eyes twinkled with memories,. Of a life lived and the beauty of it all? Indeed I have, actually quite a few times. There remains just a feeling or a faint touch,. Of the memories which are hidden deep within,. The best upfront and the worst blurred a little,. Of the life lived in mistakes, but not lived in vain,. Sometimes with some sanity, other times as an insane!
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The Quintessential Girl: Mumbai Diaries
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Her bare soul turned inside out. January 13, 2013. She stood on the slippery rocks and gazed at the dark waters around her. Behind her, the sounds of the city were muted, shushed into silence. By the steady lapping of the water around her bare feet. She stood there alone - alone with the murmuring sea and the distant moon -. Empty hands, an empty heart, the hollow shell of a woman she used to be. The Space Between Us. Thanks a lot for reading. Go ahead, and let those words flow :). The Weakness in Her.
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Inspired...: July 2012
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. I don't keep looking back at what I long left behind,. I trust ashes of my memories must have been blown away,. May he rest in peace. Probably was not even whispered,. Dead and hence forgotten" is the new mantra anyway! But once in a while the vengeful me tends to rise from the dead,. And with unsaid questions the distorted shadow knocks on my door,. How could you move on and leave me there to rot and die,. When you knew I was a part of you which you mercilessly tore. Book Review -...
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Inspired...: February 2012
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Posted in his diary. A page from his diary,. In the end they leave,. They all do without fail. Deserted and unnoticed,. You are left alone like always. They turn back, once in a while,. Yes, they look back, stare in pity. And people nudge you, with their words,. Remind you of yourself, "how do you do"? Posted in Posted on 00:50. Days crawl into the inglorious past,. And revisit to stab me from behind. The wait never seems to be over,. And it kills me every second inside. Of Hello, ...
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The Quintessential Girl: Non, je ne regrette rien
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Her bare soul turned inside out. January 7, 2013. Non, je ne regrette rien. There was a time of naivety, when she believed. That she would get used to the loneliness of her life,. That she would accept the numb spot on her heart. But now she knows that no,. Time doesn't heal wounds at all,. That it is the biggest lie ever perpetrated,. And instead what happens is that each wound. Penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day. You find that that the sheer geography of your bones -. So true, so true!
