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Ghost writer: Blinded
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Saturday, 6 June 2015. More real than truth. While lies are closer. Blinding light momentary blindness. A flash of lie. Distorted vision I am blinded. Or have I been blinded. A haze in the air. A shroud in my mind. A veil so dense. Cool hands reach out. Death grip dragging me from my slump. A light shining bright. Or another illusion of my mind. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Live to eat but in moderation! One of a kind! View my complete profile. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Ghost writer: Our Desert Oasis continues
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Tuesday, 13 May 2014. Our Desert Oasis continues. The sky seemed to be lit by the million stars sparkling in the sky. We just could not stop looking though the dew was making it difficult. We managed to see shooting stars (not sure if the wish came true) but the sky looked like something you see in a planetarium. And hate my weak resolve which fond comfort in the cold. Shopping was amazing, managed to pick up some leather bags which was a steal. Jaisalmer is the place for leather; don’t be fool...Surpris...
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Ghost writer: October 2014
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Sunday, 5 October 2014. Looking out of the window as I wait for you, I wonder where you are. The sun is almost down and still you are no where in sight. I cannot take my eyes off in case I miss your arrival. Your abode waits for you. Your voice wakes me up every morning though the songs you sing is not for me. Every day I see you struggle and watch like a silent spectator. Not any more, today I had to intervene. Your meal spread I have laid out, hoping my efforts do not go in vain. One of a kind!
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Ghost writer: February 2015
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Thursday, 12 February 2015. A steady trickle flows. Down the hills and valleys. Travelling through dangerous land. To find a distant spot. The wind blows it away. Rocks break its flow. The steady trickle still flows. Down the hills and valley. Carrying along bitter sweet memories. Of journeys long gone. The steady trickle still flows. Down the hills and valley. Eyes that were brimming full. Have long dried now. Does the trickle still flow. Down the hills and valley. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Ghost writer: An ordeal awaits
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Monday, 28 July 2014. Today was the most important day as I had to SHOP and I hate to shop. We at home always try to pick a silk saree on our visits to different places. I still hate shopping and don’t wear sarees so imagine my plight while trying to buy one. We had booked a cab for the day so we didn’t have to try and park at different places. We decided to head to T nagar, the shopping heaven for sarees. We entered one of the first stores for just sight -seeing and I was lost. My friend knew of another...
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Ghost writer: May 2014
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Tuesday, 13 May 2014. Our Desert Oasis continues. The sky seemed to be lit by the million stars sparkling in the sky. We just could not stop looking though the dew was making it difficult. We managed to see shooting stars (not sure if the wish came true) but the sky looked like something you see in a planetarium. And hate my weak resolve which fond comfort in the cold. Shopping was amazing, managed to pick up some leather bags which was a steal. Jaisalmer is the place for leather; don’t be fool...Surpris...
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Ghost writer: June 2015
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Saturday, 6 June 2015. More real than truth. While lies are closer. Blinding light momentary blindness. A flash of lie. Distorted vision I am blinded. Or have I been blinded. A haze in the air. A shroud in my mind. A veil so dense. Cool hands reach out. Death grip dragging me from my slump. A light shining bright. Or another illusion of my mind. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Live to eat but in moderation! One of a kind! View my complete profile. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Ghost writer: Mahabs
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Sunday, 27 July 2014. Today was an action planned day but the sleep gods were kind to me and I slept in. Not that late, was up at around 800ishhhhhh. My friend had planned for breakfast on the way at a place called Tish or something. They make amazing crossaint sandwiches. Chennai food scene is to fall in love with. The break fast filled and fueled me up for our journey to Mahabalipuram or the cool Chennai lingo calling it Mahabs. We made it back to the city in good time and had time in our hands, so we ...
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Ghost writer: July 2010
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Wednesday, 28 July 2010. I know its been ages since I have written. I have written another short story for a contest which had a picture of precious stones. You had to write the story based on the picture with a word limit of 250, let me know your views. The hunt was on; I was geared in khakis with anticipation drying my throat. Enthusiasm filled the air. A strange anticipation seems to have spread over us like a bride on her first night and then realisation stuck me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Ghost writer: Wait
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Sunday, 5 October 2014. Looking out of the window as I wait for you, I wonder where you are. The sun is almost down and still you are no where in sight. I cannot take my eyes off in case I miss your arrival. Your abode waits for you. Your voice wakes me up every morning though the songs you sing is not for me. Every day I see you struggle and watch like a silent spectator. Not any more, today I had to intervene. Your meal spread I have laid out, hoping my efforts do not go in vain. 2 May 2015 at 12:05.