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The bottomless pit | THOUGHTS UNLEASHED
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Living on the edge! Before I turn into ashes! Its been precisely a week since I’ve walked the corridors of Tata Institute of Social Sciences. One word which students cling on to, once they enter campus is. Which one has the privilege of being subject to, with every stride, with every step, taken.One particular incident which will perhaps be etched in my mind forever, is one that happened today morning. A sense of belonging towards the issue of blindness-perhaps! Summing up, a small piece of verse! Of gri...
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Before I turn into ashes! | THOUGHTS UNLEASHED
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Living on the edge! Before I turn into ashes! Before I turn into ashes! Each of us have our own precious list of things to do before we bother the revered St Peter. This is mine. Lie on a field and gaze at the stars in the sky, while I listen to music and put myself to sleep. Learn Salsa and sway from one side to another for the pure pleasure of doing it. Meditate and rediscover myself in a religious, scenic place, far away from the hustle bustle of the city. Learn professional car racing. Act in a play.
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When I read Dickinson | THOUGHTS UNLEASHED
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Living on the edge! Before I turn into ashes! The finality of death! When I read Dickinson. The monkey hangs down the creepy long greens. Amidst the sun kissed leaves. Through the spotted rains. Through the blues of the sky. While Emily Dickinson warms my bed. And the speckled dust hugs my window panes. I question life and death and possibility and probability. I think about her life of seclusion; her life of reservation; of death and of disease. Of words and letters;. I hug my knees. Thanks a lot Janet!
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The finality of death! | THOUGHTS UNLEASHED
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Living on the edge! Before I turn into ashes! When I read Dickinson →. The finality of death! She was an embodiment of courage, of affection, of determination, of love! Her annual visits to Cuttack were always remembered and cherished, long after she left. I remember sitting next to her and watching her seamlessly weave a black bun into her thin, wiry, silvery hair. I was never emotionally close to her. Yet I realized that those seemingly simple annual rituals had forged some sort of a bond, a specia...
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A blank post! | THOUGHTS UNLEASHED
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Living on the edge! Before I turn into ashes! The finality of death! Its 128 am and I can hear the distinct sound of raindrops crashing down on the rooftop with ceaseless vehemence. It’s been the same since evening. Water, in all forms, can either anger you or act as a soothing agent; a calming influence, which in all probability, makes you drown in the deluge of thoughts, of past occurrences, of memories- often buried and never shoveled out. Perhaps not. Am I spiritual? And merges into your being. Neith...
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in conversation: May 2008
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In a world far away from these faces, I walk, I breathe, I live. Wednesday, May 28, 2008. My enso.for now. What is this journey on which you have set yourself into? What are the goals you wish to see? What are the destinations you wish to reach? What are the answers you seek to search through these questions? Questions.and more questions.and more yet to come. When I was 5, I had a dream of becoming the next Superman! Well, aren't we all social workers in some way or the other? When I turned 13, I wanted ...
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in conversation: March 2008
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In a world far away from these faces, I walk, I breathe, I live. Wednesday, March 19, 2008. When is it that you feel content even on losing? When is it that you feel happy to be unhappy? When is it that you feel full with nothing? When is it that you feel famous when you are unknown? When is it that you get your signals to walk ahead? When is it that you get your tickets to travel across? When is it that you get your reasons to all the queries? When is it that you get your answers to live the moments?
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in conversation: August 2007
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In a world far away from these faces, I walk, I breathe, I live. Saturday, August 11, 2007. She, whose silence speaks. 8220;Within me,. The silence of derailed trains. Distant rumble of a. Foreboding of unsettling winds. Traces of unmarked wanderings”. At times, when you meet a few people, you realize that you have a lot in life that you can do…that you have a lot more people who can inspire you…that you have a lot new chapters in life that you need to write. An artiste – she truly defines; an apar...
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Shruti Parija | THOUGHTS UNLEASHED
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Living on the edge! Before I turn into ashes! Author Archives: Shruti Parija. A neurotic dreamer and an adventure freak! I love to challenge accepted norms.Essentially a rebel at heart, reading comes naturally to me. When I read Dickinson. The monkey hangs down the creepy long greens. Amidst the sun kissed leaves. Through the spotted rains. Through the blues of the sky. While Emily Dickinson warms my bed. And the speckled dust hugs my window panes. I question life and death and possibility and probability.
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