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Verses on the run. Prize for Guessing Identify the Sportswoman. September 19, 2009. Here are quick sketches that I made of two of my favorite sportsmen. No prizes for guessing who the sportsman is, the sketch bears some resemblance to the personor so I would like to believe. Open to all except my brother and my flat mate. They saw me labor through the sketch, and were very vocal in their sympathy for the subject. Posted by aditya nabial. September 19, 2009. Standard, in the 2. Evoked the most honest tear.
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The Museum of Innocence….Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi | Verses on the run
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Verses on the run. The Museum of Innocence….Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi. Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.’. In most of his books this melancholy pervades through the novel’s landscape and exercises much influence on the protagonists. The novel starts with following line. It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn’t know it.’. 8216;too seriously or too lightly’,. Given herself up so easily’. Even though he knew that Fusun was one who believed that. Istanbul society was ...
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Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? | Verses on the run
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Verses on the run. Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? While Mrs Dalloway remains a mesmerizing book, I write to share a few thoughts on another book ‘A Room of One’s Own.’ I realized that portions of the book were familiar since they are oft quoted in the context of feminism. Virginia Woolf (henceforth referred to VW) explains that in a sensitive topic such as gender. One cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold,’. Suggests VW, since. Some of the m...
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Two Festivals… | Verses on the run
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Verses on the run. Imagine opening your door early in the morning to collect the newspaper, to find this lovely pattern on the street. I didn’t care much for the newspaper as I admired this sight for a minute or two. The last time I was so pleasantly surprised was when I returned home from work one evening, to find a well metalled street (this was just before the elections and the street was a mess). An elaborate Rangoli, just below my balcony. A kite laden tree…. A ladder displays its catch. Janhavi: We...
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Verses on the run. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Across a Bridge of Words. Tangled up in Blues. From the tip of my tail.
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An Ode in Black & White… | Verses on the run
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Verses on the run. An Ode in Black & White…. Every time I hear one of his songs from way back then, the visuals vividly play out in front of me I can feel a a smile spontaneously breaking out. And I can feel a bounce in my step to match the twinkle in his eye. Thank you Dev Anand. This entry was posted on Tuesday, December 6th, 2011 at 2:00 am and is filed under Interests and Leisure. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site.
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To Picture a Verse…or Verse a Picture | Verses on the run
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Verses on the run. To Picture a Verseor Verse a Picture. The others experienced nothing like it even though they heard the same tales.’ Novalis. Let me take the opportunity of introducing my new blog http:/ picturingaverse.wordpress.com/. It’s surprising how the same thing can mean different things to different people. These verses would be my interpretation of the pictures and I look forward to hearing yours🙂. Photo – Ajay S Nabial. My Folks and Familiar Environs. Feed You can leave a response. Enter y...
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Verses on the run. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Across a Bridge of Words. Tangled up in Blues. From the tip of my tail.
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A Sea Lover’s Diary.. | Verses on the run
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Verses on the run. A Sea Lover’s Diary. Though I am tempted to walk. I remain seated on the sands,. Like a specter in the evening,. Loneliness for a silhouette. Have traded innocence with age. And I am not any wiser. The horizon lies in the shadows. Somewhere, beyond the growing waves,. Beyond the flickering boat lights. Waves with each foray reclaim. Another stretch of the beach. And finally, with the last of their breath. Wavelets kiss my toes. I get up to sit out of their reach. It will refuse to wane.
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A House for Me.. | Verses on the run
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Verses on the run. A House for Me. A fluorescent green haven. Got mugged on the eve of Independence Day 2008, not too far from the house. I remember extricating myself from the situation and making a run for the safety of the house. The situation was more comical than dangerous but I’ll avoid presenting more details given my tendency to exaggerate the story🙂. The crime scene, right under the lamp post. Après Moi le Déluge:. Raat Gayi Baat Nahin Gayi:. To welcome the new bride, and presented her a. Janha...
