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..a pensieve..: Life moves on. Without you.

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Sunday, November 04, 2012. Life moves on. Without you. It was one final good bye. about two months ago. At that time I was so unsure about this. I never thought we could pull it off. I could pull it off. August 31. our last evening together. Oh boy. what fun we had till wee hours of the morning. That one night when you didn't let me sleep. and. I didn't stop. 9835; ♫ ". Would you believe me when I tell you. you're the queen of my heart. Love Buzz, Nirvana. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Chintan's Th...

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My Travels, My Life: A lamp. A candle. A little beam of light.

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My Travels, My Life. Of journeys, inward and outward. 8220;through the act of living, the discovery of oneself is made concurrently with the discovery of the world around us. . .". Friday, January 3, 2014. A lamp. A candle. A little beam of light. Omayra Sanchez (1972 - 1985). Light does not light up her eyes. Nor does it my heart as I look at you, Omayra. Your eyes are like the sky;. Where is it, the glimmer of hope, of light? I want to, but how can I turn away from you? From the miseries and tragedies.

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..a pensieve..: Defining Fiction...

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Friday, April 15, 2011. Fiction is just an escape that was invented by people who wanted their real life to be less strange than it usually is. invented by people who couldn't accept the harsh reality that life brought with it. invented by people who always wanted to be heard and were ashamed to share what life actually had got them. invented by people who were running from themselves. Listening to. No one is to blame by Howard Jones. Sometimes. as negative. most of the time as positive. ;). Is licensed ...

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My Reflections and more...: Dhobi Ghaat - Depressing Diaries

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My Reflections and more. Thought Process Made Public. Tuesday, January 25, 2011. Dhobi Ghaat - Depressing Diaries. The hottest topic doing rounds among the Hindi speaking and movie watching junta is "Dhobi Ghaat". Did you like it? What a trash", "Oh, you did not like it? I found it very touching" - I cant remember the last movie which polarized the audience to such an extent. I mean what are you living for, once you know you husband is straying? And as if these depressing characters were not enough, we h...

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My Travels, My Life: Monsoon Depression

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My Travels, My Life. Of journeys, inward and outward. 8220;through the act of living, the discovery of oneself is made concurrently with the discovery of the world around us. . .". Thursday, June 2, 2011. In the night, listening to the sounds. Of rain drumming on the tin roof,. To the crashing cymbals. Of dried branches of the Mango tree falling,. To the shattering boom of coconut. Dropping like a cannon ball -. And the wail of the wind. And the croak of the frogs –. At the seeping water dripping. Balach...

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Cerebral Scintillations !: Adieu to the maestro !!!

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Monday, October 10, 2011. Adieu to the maestro! A truly sad day for someone who hated Ghazals to the hilt till he discovered Marasim and Jagjit Singh and then got captivated by the sheer brilliance of this bagpiper. Still am. I, who claims vehemently of being a no-regret persoon hereby declares that the only regret I will always have will be to never been able to attend any of his live concert. October 11, 2011 at 10:47 AM. October 14, 2011 at 11:31 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). एक शाम ख&...

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Cerebral Scintillations !: The missing strands from yesteryears !

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Sunday, December 11, 2011. The missing strands from yesteryears! आया है मुझे फिर याद ओ जालिम, गुजरा ज़माना बचपन का,. रे अकेले छोड़ के जाना, और ना आना बचपन का. देवर/आनंद बक्शी/रफ़ी). All of us at some point of time get reminiscent about our yesteryears and the connecting threads to those beautifully naive days. Dont we? Typically the existence amidst bare essentials. 1989-90 : A typical family sized vacation cum post b'day cool-off. Why is it so? What is that one strand that I am missing? I do feel that I ca...

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My Reflections and more...: Yet Another Day, Yet Another Walk…

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My Reflections and more. Thought Process Made Public. Monday, March 9, 2009. Yet Another Day, Yet Another Walk…. I kept telling myself not to expect him on the track. He had been married just for a week and there would be no reason why he would come out for a round in this hostile weather. Was it the reason for me to choose a walk now despite the cold? Dear God, Let it not be Saber. Please", I prayed fervently. And uselessely. Sure looks like it", he said. "Saber was terribly bored during the marriag...

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My Reflections and more...: Half of a Yellow Sun

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My Reflections and more. Thought Process Made Public. Monday, September 7, 2009. Half of a Yellow Sun. The whole class heaved a sigh of relief when it was 6:30, time for the class to get over. Five minutes later, the entire finance batch was in the bus going to the city! There was this book in the new arrivals which caught my attention, “Half of a Yellow Sun”. The book has been written by an African writer by the name Adichie and has won quite a few awards for fiction in 2007-2008. I was sucked so deep i...