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Touch Me, Touch Me Not. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Embrace all equally! Touch me and let me feel your warmth. Touch me not and you will feel my wrath. Ps Its a touch in the slap that makes person aware of reality. Responses to “Touch Me, Touch Me Not”. Feed for this Entry.
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Musings: November 2014
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 15 November, 2014. On routes, roots and bridges. Fall colours are essential. As are yellow leaves ( fallen into the sere. Drifting lazily down just outside the window. A carpet of gold outside the door, not yet trodden into a sodden mass of mulch. Hot coffee on cold nights, when you look up to see the icy fires of the stars pricking the firmament. And naturally Thus Spake Zarathrustra. What made the d...
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Musings: with a little help from my friends
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 21 December, 2014. With a little help from my friends. I traveled to New York last year for Christmas. Spent it with some very old friends. And a schoolboy's cavalier little promise of meeting in the Big Apple. Was made to happen. But that trip is for next week. For the here and now:. But this year, it would be the friends. Growing into a tradition swiftly, one hopes. And long, long talks over...We sa...
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Musings: August 2014
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 07 August, 2014. So we all wanted to live our lives out like in the movies. Or books. Or like one of those existential-crisis kind of plays. With a therapist in the plot. You get the point. There's supposed to be high drama, unrequited non-endings, laconic one-liners etc. And I'll be damned if I ever grow out of it! So what do you do? Left behind as always are the casualties. Guilt-trips for when ...
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Musings: Musings on homecomings
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 23 February, 2015. I have not yet decided when to go home this year. Which makes me think of what life is going to be like - a sense of acceptance of gradually being a stranger in one's own city. Hometowns, like much of life, moves on. The roads where one played on bandh. Days, the maidans. One they have to be extra-nice to because of . just because he comes so very seldom. It makes you wonder, I supp...
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Through the eye of a storm...: Meetings and Partings
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Monday, 27 April 2015. We meet and we part. Then we part and we meet,. Our distance numbing much of the heart. Frozen tears get thawed by smiles that greet. When we meet, then part. Only to part and meet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Keep the Blues Away. A Story A Day. 9834;] tuneful void. Off my Journal (the wine and the divine). Grandma Take Me Home.".
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Through the eye of a storm...: April 2015
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Monday, 27 April 2015. We meet and we part. Then we part and we meet,. Our distance numbing much of the heart. Frozen tears get thawed by smiles that greet. When we meet, then part. Only to part and meet. Thursday, 9 April 2015. Keep the Blues Away. If you could have a heart for every summer you survive. Where sunny days seep into your smiles. They'll keep the blues away, oh oh. A Story A Day.
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Through the eye of a storm...: Sunshine In Seconds
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Friday, 23 January 2015. I've become so shallow now, always looking for the quick fix, the easy high. I've no patience any more, at least less than I ever did before. It's remarkably easy to sink into a single dimensional soul: just immerse yourself into your work and forget about anything else that you ever loved. I dont know what youre going through. But youre special. The person who...Whoev...
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Through the eye of a storm...: Graves For Flowers
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Friday, 19 December 2014. The early grave is one of the saddest of all. For the earth would much rather wait,. Its soil repels life that could have been —. Life swept away by rage. The saddest graves of all, however. Are the graves for flowers,. Little petals falling to the ground before their time. Those yet to bloom, ruddily ripped out —. Trampling upon the history that should have been made.
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The Dancing Martini.: May 2010
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Late Nights and Early Parades; Still Photos and Noisy Arcades. Monday, May 17, 2010. My world without those mornings filled with the intellect and perspective will be very difficult to adjust to. I can't seem to get myself to believe that her voice won't ricochet in my head. Chaucer, Eliot, Kafka, James Joyce, Sylvia Plath, Dante, Hamlet,Khushwant Singh, Kantapura. Every fibre of her being brimming with passion for what she does.Teach. But is she really a teacher? Too, could be that way. Shes adorabl...
