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no title: December 2011
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Thursday, December 22, 2011. Will she turn yellow? At office, my lunch-companion today was caravan. It offered me an article that called manmohan a falling man. One more that took me on a ride. A worthy wait it will be, said a voice in my head, for she'll turn beautiful. Two few more months of wait to see her in yellow. I was beginning to think. No wait is a worthless one'. My Sanskrit teacher, I remembered, had told the class while translating a Subhashitam. Cycling through your waiting-longing-hoping c...
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no title: July 2013
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Monday, July 15, 2013. It is one of those days when nothing really seems to suffice. There seems to be a deficit in everything about me and in everything that surrounds me. There is a कमी. Why, now, do I put people into good-bad-ugly jars and take much care to space the jars well apart? Why, now, do I question if I am one among the best or a little less? The deficiency that pervades my being wins an ugly win. Repugnantly, I shudder - many times in vain attempts to rise like the legendary phoenix. A few w...
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Coveted Confessions: March 2010
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010. Posted by silk smitha and disco shanti at 10:09 AM. Why you should not use facebook too much. This is what happens when naive girls use too much of facebook! Please to click on the pic for a better view.this was a female asking for nail! Friday, March 12, 2010. Posted by silk smitha and disco shanti at 4:40 PM. The wonderful voice of a woman the holds a lot of promise, and who says thank you after you open the door for her in office. The smile when you light a stranger's smoke.
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no title: December 2010
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Scratched price tags on the gifts you receive scream that a price was paid. Orange peels for sweet revenges. Suicide knowing that you can end your life anytime you want to. just the knowing such a solace. Unstamped WinnieThePooh stamps on the handwritten letters you receive first cutest. Live cricket matches anytime. all for the mexican waves that die only after 5 whole rounds.and the sun-like floodlights. Sanity difficult to maintain. Pebbles on the streets must-kicks.
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Trishanku Swarga: May 2012
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Am like a boy waving at a passing train.who knows why he waves.to whom he waves. and besides an answer always spoils the romance. This blog is not what i want to share with the world,just, what i cannot keep to myself. Wednesday, May 23, 2012. It's not only the river that meanders. It's been quite a while now, that we started walking, why are your feet wet even now? I knew perhaps you liked the river, but didn't we choose the desert together? But they are wet. Aren't they? Had you gone to the river again?
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Coveted Confessions: October 2010
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010. Posted by silk smitha and disco shanti at 10:45 PM. One month after my first flight. One month in a new country. One month of cold air on my face. One month of continuous partying. One month of pretty pretty pretty ladies. One month of wondering how short skirts can keep the cold out. One month of eating stupidity. One month of meeting amazing people. One month of skype. One month of missing a lot of important people. One month of nothingness. Ohive got a year more.
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no title: Extrapolation
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Saturday, September 10, 2011. Longing is what I feel when I look at the red suitcase. It sits here right next to my bed, big and ready. Seeming as eager as I am to head back home. With an i-know-i-am-important air in its redness. Like it knows it carries the hundredthousand gifts I have bought for you. Sleepless, tonight seems to be. And I lay here extrapolating. The boomerang could keep us occupied all day at the hilltop fort. After every sunset, could we cycle back home. Merriness merriness and more.
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no title: February 2011
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011. The faded BlueGreen 2ftx3ft CHANDRU HOTEL all in capitals. Plain Dose.Rs.10. Masala Dose.Rs.15. Set Dose.Rs.15. Onion Dose.Rs.15. Anna Sambhar.Rs.12. Maddur vade.Rs.10. Nirma detergent powder in a steel bowl for handwash. After I befriend chandru, I plan to tell him never to change the name board ever.NeverEver. Here's where I would meet you first.Here's where I would bid you a goodbye suffixed with a seeyou.Here's where I would meet you all the in-between times. The boy who...
