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Psychedelic Slippers: September 2014

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N life as i walk on em. Saturday, September 13, 2014. Movie Amblings: Finding Fanny. An accidental movie plan led me to search for Fanny. The characters are regional stereotypes, but Pankaj Kapur breaks out of it and sounds no where like Don Pedro. Deepika Padukone maintains her angelic divinity throughout the movie, (and yes she didn't get on my nerves). The movie transports you to another time, where time ceases to be. Labels: Dil dosti etc. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Movie Amblings: Finding Fanny.

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Psychedelic Slippers: Gargo

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N life as i walk on em. Saturday, January 31, 2015. When I spent my mornings in my room, he would curl up on the mat and fall asleep, only to get up once a while to get patted or scrubbed. He would look up at you with the cutest puppy eyes ever, and ask for food, a scrub, or just try to wish away some mischief. He’d just begun teething, and it was fun to watch him gnaw at stuff. Gargo presented some pleasant and unpleasant insights about me and the society we live in. I can befriend a dog. If we were to ...

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Psychedelic Slippers: January 2015

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N life as i walk on em. Saturday, January 31, 2015. When I spent my mornings in my room, he would curl up on the mat and fall asleep, only to get up once a while to get patted or scrubbed. He would look up at you with the cutest puppy eyes ever, and ask for food, a scrub, or just try to wish away some mischief. He’d just begun teething, and it was fun to watch him gnaw at stuff. Gargo presented some pleasant and unpleasant insights about me and the society we live in. I can befriend a dog. If we were to ...

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Psychedelic Slippers: August 2014

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N life as i walk on em. Tuesday, August 26, 2014. Seven long years in blogistan. its amazing to look back at the archives and see how i have evolved. How focuses change and how the size of my "world" pulsates in time. The posts may have dwindled over time, may be the rants have reduced, but i'm glad to have this space still up and running after all these years. To everyone who has been a part of this blog, (knowingly and unknowingly), thank you for the footprints. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Psychedelic Slippers: March 2014

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N life as i walk on em. Monday, March 24, 2014. To think, love would be easy. Or that, i'd make it any easier. Or that it'd be a picture perfect romance. Glittering stars, silent night et al ). And you are naive today. To think, i'd make it any easier,. Sunday, March 16, 2014. Image picked from: Koimoi.com. I drift. That’s not the point here. Labels: Dil dosti etc. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You were naive to think, love would be easy or tha. MJ Akbar - The Sunday Guardian. THE WORLD IS SQUARE.

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Psychedelic Slippers: June 2015

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N life as i walk on em. Wednesday, June 24, 2015. श्रावणमासी हर्ष मानसी हिरवळ दाटे चोहिकडे ,. क्षणात येती सरसर शिरवे, क्षणात फिरुनी ऊन पडे ". छानी माझी सोनुकली ती, कुणाकडे ग पहात होती ". कविता ऐकत ऐकत आम्ही सारेच लय जुळवून बाबांसोबत कविता म्हणायचो . काठोकाठ भरू द्या पेला , फेस भराभर उसळू द्या ". कुणी बांधिला गुलाबी फेटा , झगमगणारा सुंदर मोठा ". असा प्रश्न मनी येतो, पाण्यावर झाडाची सावली दिसल्यावर ,. झाकळुनी जळ गोड काळिमा पसरे लाटांवर ". असं यमक जुळवायचो . The art of losing isn't hard to master,. Subscrib...

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Psychedelic Slippers: February 2014

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N life as i walk on em. Friday, February 14, 2014. Not a rose tailored to perfection. Not a rose tailored to perfection,. One hand-picked, off a rose bush,. Fragile, petals that whimper. Or may be a heart askew, filled with lines. 8220;Red scarlet or Red violet? Or a sticky note on the door, just before. Rush hour, begins,. 8220;Dinner at eight! Or a song half written, for love,. On a sojourn,. 8220;I love you, you love me too”. Or being unsure, is Love,. Loving to love you? Happy Valentine's day Folks.

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Psychedelic Slippers: August 2013

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N life as i walk on em. Tuesday, August 27, 2013. Break your heart, like stab yourself to death, nearly, but don’t stop dreaming. Ever. Labels: Dil dosti etc. Tuesday, August 6, 2013. Cecelia Ahern, If you could see me now. Sunday, August 4, 2013. An ode to my best friends. We have traveled together. We have dreamed. We have stayed up nights, talking. We have cried, laughed, and shared almost every emotion that one possibly could share. Most of what i think i know about life, is from them.

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Psychedelic Slippers: February 2013

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N life as i walk on em. Friday, February 15, 2013. She turns towards the door. A minute to go, “should I barge in on their preps, or wait patiently pretending to be busy and forgetful”, she thinks as she turns out the lights. 8216;It was almost a decade ago wasn’t it? 8216;Why do you need a timer, m a pro at self clicks’ she says grabbing the cam from his hand as they squeeze into the frame with the cake. 8216;It’s gonna be blurred, you are shaking too much, give it to me’. 8216;No m not’. 8216;You, are ...

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Guess Who: I never imagined myself writing books but sometimes I read authors like John Fante and I wish I had.

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The Customary About Me Page, bring your own Ketchup and Onion Rings. Thursday, July 30, 2015. I never imagined myself writing books but sometimes I read authors like John Fante and I wish I had. I feel diseased. My index finger nail is painted gold. Today I fought with my mother twice. My inability to string thoughts together anymore might have come from all the weed I'd smoked, or is it? Was I just never capable of it or was I just of easily tampered temper? Yelled and spelled by weevil girl.