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Dec 17th, 2007. Something more than sunlight. I desire something more than sunlight. Things look brighter than they must. Throwing everything into sharp relief. Affecting leaves and lovers. Sunlight causes persons to suffer forgetfulness. Live in a blizzard of fiery light. Reacting to external rays. Not minding the imminent gloom. Playfully tracing the shadows. Lingering around the trees in hopeful lust. Mopping up the mellow sun. Feigning pleasure in upturned face. Evenings have a mien of sobriety.
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C'est comme ca et pas comme ci - Everywoman's journal
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C'est comme ca et pas comme ci. Many diapers back, when I was learning French, my cousin gave me a book called L'Etranger. Ah, I see the look of smug comprehension on your face, reader, but consider for a minute, the agony of a fifteen year-old who now possesses ostensibly a French classic and a beginner's Larousse French-English dictionary. Merci, mon cousin. Posted on Aug. 22nd, 2007 at 01:15 pm. And i thought you were some major french dudette. i even avoided showing off my own awesome french befo...
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Contriving to forgive - Everywoman's journal
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The things people contrive to forgive. There is a lost hour, a moment of worry. A slip of tongue, a promise undone. An inclination to forget, a temptation. That is hard to overcome, a citation. Of failure, a wrong move and a classic. Memory of friends gone astray. A lapse of loyalty, a breach of honesty. A face we hate, a mask we loathe. The things people contrive to forgive. The people we contrive to forgive. Are not easily forgiven. A cruel mother, a honest friend. A ceaseless bore, a person you love.
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Chithi of a girl: April 2010
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Chithi of a girl. Where Daya, a chit of a girl meets Daya, the new Chithi. Thursday, April 22, 2010. The Cult of the Anti-Story. The Shah of Blah had run out of the water subscription from the Sea of Gup. He had to peer blinkingly through the looming shroud of silence that the Land of Chup cast over his cheerful story-telling self. Meanwhile in the Land of Chup. Shut up already, won't you? 1 Go sniffing for a story even if there isn't one. 2 Get people to say the things you want. 1 People like stories.
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Desire - Everywoman's journal
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Desire is a thing of the past. Flesh of yearning left behind. Meat of hope replaced by. And hovering beneath its. Demise is a longing less. Intense, less unbidden. More suited to temperament. Nothing to be celebrated. Is the demise of desire. Nothing to be commemorated. Either; for the forfeit of desire. Is no monument to anybody. No sacrament to love. It is no new meaning bared. It is no energy unleashed. Yet a dozen nightmares lurk. Behind desire, and a dozen. Nightmares are truly not.
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A series of not so unfortunate events - Everywoman's journal
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A series of not so unfortunate events. In that city that knows only extremes in everything, sweltering heat or chilly jackety weather, loud and lechy Jats or bonhomous Punjabis, overmade and poutish women or irritable gaali-mouthing aunties. Where barbers shave away at random street corners and where pretentious youths carry their laptops to Market Cafe or Big Chill to check gmail (fancy that) or write novels where "the atmosphere was moist with sexual tension". Uncle in rising tempo (read temper): I am ...
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Chithi of a girl: Listening to your fears
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Chithi of a girl. Where Daya, a chit of a girl meets Daya, the new Chithi. Saturday, October 3, 2009. Listening to your fears. October 3, 2009 at 10:12 AM. I really liked this story. And thought I ought to say so :). October 5, 2009 at 5:18 AM. SighLittle Cleo. Wonder where he is now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Stretch out your arms See how far the ridges run Over deep chasms Empty. II In this forest Certain shadows in certain seasons Yield treasure. III O S. Fart Jokes From The Buddha's Diary.
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Chithi of a girl: You bring out the Sambarkaari in me
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Chithi of a girl. Where Daya, a chit of a girl meets Daya, the new Chithi. Saturday, September 19, 2009. You bring out the Sambarkaari in me. You bring out the. That inspires the urge to effortlessly praise. In umaginative superlatives, no less than. That goads me to break into harsh expletives. You bring out the. That exasperates me into cutting short your. Begging you to not. That is wary of your lascivious advances. And asks you why you can’t. You bring out the. You bring out the. You bring out the.
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Chithi of a girl: September 2009
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Chithi of a girl. Where Daya, a chit of a girl meets Daya, the new Chithi. Saturday, September 19, 2009. You bring out the Sambarkaari in me. You bring out the. That inspires the urge to effortlessly praise. In umaginative superlatives, no less than. That goads me to break into harsh expletives. You bring out the. That exasperates me into cutting short your. Begging you to not. That is wary of your lascivious advances. And asks you why you can’t. You bring out the. You bring out the. You bring out the.
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Pradnya Says..: January 2008
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Monday, January 21, 2008. Martin Luther King: I Have A Dream. I had written this post on Martin Luther King day, but never got around to posting it. Although the blog was supposed to be specific to India move/experiences, it was too difficult to resist putting up this post. So here goes. Every time I hear Martin Luther King's "I Have A Dream" speech, it cuts straight through the heart. If this doesn't bring tears to your eyes, I doubt anything else will. Posted by Pradnya at 7:56 PM. The point of this bl...
