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WordScapes: September 2006
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Saturday, September 02, 2006. Sometimes a road you had left behind catches up with you at another crossroad. It would be foolish to ignore it twice. She left on a winter morning, wearing a cream sweater, her black hair falling over it. She had waited at the door for some time, as if thinking she should say something, then deciding it was useless, walked away. I can't picture it clearly anymore; I just know this is how it happened. I reached the restaurant early so that I could see her walk in. She ha...
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WordScapes: September 2009
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Monday, September 07, 2009. There are perfect days and there are perfect days. Yesterday was a perfect day. A face splotched with sunburn maintains temporary testimony to the awesomeness. A wonderful day so far. More than good. But perfection was still hiding in the unexpected. Yet, perfection laughed. You don’t know who I am yet. The drive home in the comfort of people you don’t share your secrets with. But they have shared in this experience. That makes them beloved. Then the stumbling upon the perfect...
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WordScapes: Flight
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Monday, September 26, 2005. His smile would spread slowly on his face, the dimples getting deeper. The laughter in his eyes – warm, wicked, incorrigible. Which was why she had stared at him a little longer than was polite. She had turned her head away when she caught his eye. When she looked up again, he was laughing with his friends. But he was laughing at her. He knew that she knew. She asked for promises. He refused every one. He held her hand in his as she walked upon water. She sang to h...Today, sh...
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WordScapes: The Chains That Bind
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Monday, September 26, 2005. The Chains That Bind. Sachin waited till the train started moving before jumping in. The disgusted looks he got from the women standing near the door didn’t bother him. He still hurt all over from the thrashing his father had given him last night. He smiled wryly – just another drunken boor for a father. The chawl was filled with lives like his. He was whistling when he had walked in the door. “So you’ve finally come? 8220;Yes,” Sachin mumbled and went towards the kitchen.
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WordScapes: Full Circle
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007. Arun was very calm. That was what broke her. She screamed at him, she yelled, she reasoned, she cried and she begged. They had promised each other forever. How could it be over? She sat on her bed in her hostel room and looked at photographs. He'll come back to me, she said. She wept once more. She wept for a month. Her friends dragged her to parties, movies and cricket matches, and set her up with other guys. "You need to get over him." "No," she said. They gave up. Ah, you see,...
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WordScapes: October 2006
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006. The prince didn't believe in fairy tales. He had his feet firmly on the ground and his head firmly on his shoulders. He had a kingdom to run now. He was going to be king. Years passed and the new king matured into a good ruler – kind and benevolent, brave and wise. Little by little, he cast away all his fancies and romances and retained only the manners and thoughts dignifying a king. They were very happy together. Everyday, the king would wake up and look upon her face and...
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WordScapes: April 2005
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Monday, April 25, 2005. It’s Crummy Being Superman. 3 words; The letter S, Matchbox, Revolver. The matchbox was empty. That meant no cigarette. This was the last straw. Life sucked big time. Yeah, he could use his laser emitting eyes to light it; but the last time he did so, he set the whole living room on fire. Sigh! Didn’t he have a say in anything? All he wanted to do was have some fun, preferably with Sheryl Crow. Superman eyed the revolver on the table. He had kept it as a souvenir from the last...
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WordScapes: September 2005
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Monday, September 26, 2005. The Chains That Bind. Sachin waited till the train started moving before jumping in. The disgusted looks he got from the women standing near the door didn’t bother him. He still hurt all over from the thrashing his father had given him last night. He smiled wryly – just another drunken boor for a father. The chawl was filled with lives like his. He was whistling when he had walked in the door. “So you’ve finally come? 8220;Yes,” Sachin mumbled and went towards the kitchen.
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WordScapes: March 2005
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Tuesday, March 15, 2005. One has to start out with the assumption that nothing matters. Then one can get down to the task of living. It’s almost romantic, here on the shore, watching my thoughts swirl and dissolve into the sound of the waves. A whole year has reduced me to my last few bucks. Now that I have nothing to lose, my mind is at its clearest. Too mundanely obvious, isn’t it? Then I started hammering at the core. Why is having to start all over again a failure? What is my purpose? So where do all...
