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Write Me in Red: A Recipe for a Broken Heart
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Write Me in Red. Friday, November 18, 2011. A Recipe for a Broken Heart. 2 beating hearts, one warm, one cold. 1 more cruel word. 2 weeks of waiting. 10 days of bitterness. 1 week of insecurity. 1 day of longing. 1 day of self-pity (could be substituted by complaints). 1 day of anger. 1 day of recrimination (this can continue over the next two days). 1 day of indecision. 1 day of hardened resolve. 1 day of silence. Love and pride in equal measures. Tried and tested over centuries. View my complete profile.
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Write Me in Red: November 2011
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Write Me in Red. Friday, November 18, 2011. A Recipe for a Broken Heart. 2 beating hearts, one warm, one cold. 1 more cruel word. 2 weeks of waiting. 10 days of bitterness. 1 week of insecurity. 1 day of longing. 1 day of self-pity (could be substituted by complaints). 1 day of anger. 1 day of recrimination (this can continue over the next two days). 1 day of indecision. 1 day of hardened resolve. 1 day of silence. Love and pride in equal measures. Tried and tested over centuries. View my complete profile.
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verdura...: August 2010
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Friday, August 27, 2010. The silences in between. 8220;I’ll just be back.”. She stopped midway into her packing, grabbed a duppatta and rushed out. Her roommate had hardly enough time to react. She came to room A-4 and stared at the door. Two hand prints stared back at her. One blue, big and sprawling, and another orange, a little smaller and a little distorted. The two thumbs overlapped each other. She hesitated and then knocked. 8220;Come in.it’s not locked.”. Is it even available? 8220;sigh. But k...
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verdura...: A new member
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Sunday, August 14, 2011. Since he is a part of everything I do. Is now a co-author of Verdura. Not that he has not been contributing already. Anamika has been ghost writing some pieces for Manu :). U mean our manu? August 15, 2011 at 3:22 PM. ദാസന് കൂഴക്കോട്. Congrats and good luck! August 15, 2011 at 3:24 PM. I dont know who you are. so I dont know which Manu you are talking about! August 15, 2011 at 6:54 PM. August 15, 2011 at 6:54 PM. August 15, 2011 at 10:04 PM. August 16, 2011 at 10:06 AM. 8220;You...
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verdura...: Brave attempts
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Thursday, August 4, 2011. Searching, it found not,. I asked, whose but mine,. Not lonely, but rejoiced plainly,. In love not lost, neither found,. But i traveled all along. All the time you need. Is all but more. I'll wait for you. To be with you. To love with you. Bound by sweat and love. And forever time and again. The breath will hold and forever it will last. Not love, but life. To be loved,. All things right, left alone. Mused on the wall a dream,. To care for. to die for. Left alone, to be hardened,.
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verdura...: As we flip the calendar
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Friday, December 31, 2010. As we flip the calendar. Am I making new year resolutions? I don't know if it's the same with everyone of you, but 2010 for me has flown by faster than any other previous years. From January to December, to the 1st to the 31st, 2010 has been good to me, and I turn to a new calendar with no regrets. I thank you my Laptop, for not giving up on me, and for being the medium of this post. I thank you flowers in my garden, you are an inspiration for a green thumb like me. I thank you...
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verdura...: December 2010
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Friday, December 31, 2010. As we flip the calendar. Am I making new year resolutions? I don't know if it's the same with everyone of you, but 2010 for me has flown by faster than any other previous years. From January to December, to the 1st to the 31st, 2010 has been good to me, and I turn to a new calendar with no regrets. I thank you my Laptop, for not giving up on me, and for being the medium of this post. I thank you flowers in my garden, you are an inspiration for a green thumb like me. I thank you...
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verdura...: March 2010
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Friday, March 5, 2010. Anamika wants to try out scribbling in malayalam. Hence Kuthivara. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Autobiography of a pen. I am a pen.red and shiny i am, but i have always written in blue.royally. she used to fondle me, kiss me, take me on her sojourns, through . Oru Chembaneer Pooviruthu . Oru Chembaneer Pooviruthu njanomale Oru vela nin nerkku neettiyilla Enkilum engane nee arinju Ente chembaneer pookkunnathaay ninakkaay Sunga. To a dead blog.
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verdura...: May 2010
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Saturday, May 1, 2010. A song long forgotten. Every Thursday, Ambika set out four cups of tea and a plate of Britannia Marie biscuits on the little cane stool. Madhavan helped her by dragging four cane chairs and setting it around the table. Up until a few years ago, she did that too by herself. But now lifting the tray of tea cups itself had become a little tiring. Meeting him was a surprise. She might have looked away when he looked, and he might have hung his head when she looked. Nothing woul...32 ye...
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Write Me in Red: May 2011
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Write Me in Red. Tuesday, May 17, 2011. Red swing, green earth, whirling leaves. Song on my lips. Wind in the rain. Dirt-flecks, dead leaves, leaking roof. Flame in my heart. How can I smear. How can I smear. The rippling-water, soaring-bird, boy-laughter colour. Of your eyes with the dark clouds. Of my smudged eyeliner? You smoke your cigarette, I mine. Thus I won’t smear. With my sweat-sticky strawberry lip-gloss. That night you leaned. Your head against hers. His gaze on my cheek,. I dangled my feet.
