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in the rain | Pfizz's Weblog
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Let’s run free in the rain tonight,. Leaving behind traces in the puddles. Of a time that we savour;. Till the rain,. She washes them away. To fill the gaps we let be;. To substitute our memories. With new ones of a time to come. Let’s fall in love with the rain. And run free tonight. This entry was posted on June 4, 2011 by Sruti. It was filed under Uncategorized. June 10, 2011 at 14:00. Thank, londhe :). June 10, 2011 at 15:59. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. What i write about.
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In this city,. Seeking, searching,. Of the sky,. Pale blue in the light. The future, a ghost. Of my death under way. Of a known touch. A gentle brush,. You, my city,. September 26, 2013 Categories: Uncategorized. An expanse of water with many scattered islands. One word. many syllables. Many pieces. many stories. Scattered is what i am,. In the midst of their stories. Scattered is what they are,. Letters in a crossword,. All in their own places. yet,. At several junctures,. Strictly on their own path.
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what a find! | Pfizz's Weblog
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Dearest meena pati,. I found the most lovely photograph a few days back in the set of photos ajoo had taken at munirka. i was so happy to find this photograph; it’s the only one i have with you in the last many years. i miss your loving smile and musical laughter so much! This entry was posted on September 28, 2011 by Sruti. It was filed under Uncategorized. October 7, 2011 at 15:36. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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thatha | Pfizz's Weblog
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The way your glasses were always tilted. The way your smile went right up to your eyes. The way you laughed so heartily. The way you were always calm. The way you quietly sat and observed. The way you’d sit up straight with a half-smile for a photograph. The way you’d be silly with me and humour my idiocies. The way you entertained my constant click-click. The way you’d be surprised every time my camera and i would sneak up on you. The way you just went. I’ll miss you, thatha. February 8, 2011 at 00:05.
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Pfizz's Weblog | Mindspace | Page 2
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Summer is here. and bigly so. between the air conditioner and sitting-outside-the-office for a bit, i think i’m in two different climate zones. the freezing synthetic cold drafts from the air conditioner and the ruthlessly consistent scorching heat outside. i wake up in the morning asking myself, “sweater or shorts? 8221;, pause for a bit and say, “both”. It’s strange weather when it shouldn’t be. i find myself listening to Pluvius Aestivius. March 31, 2011 Categories: Uncategorized. Where every bus goes.
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travelling women | Pfizz's Weblog
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This entry was posted on March 23, 2011 by Sruti. It was filed under Snapshots. 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. What i write about.
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island city | Pfizz's Weblog
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An expanse of water with many scattered islands. One word. many syllables. Many pieces. many stories. Scattered is what i am,. In the midst of their stories. Scattered is what they are,. Letters in a crossword,. All in their own places. yet,. At several junctures,. Strictly on their own path. The closer i see, the farther apart they seem. When i turn the key,. The letters are new. The faces are new. the stories are new. But the matrix remains. the root. Dead ones forgotten. yet,. With the ash of success,.
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September | 2013 | Pfizz's Weblog
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Archive for September, 2013. In this city,. Seeking, searching,. Of the sky,. Pale blue in the light. The future, a ghost. Of my death under way. Of a known touch. A gentle brush,. You, my city,. September 26, 2013 Categories: Uncategorized. Attempting to record the whizzing thoughts. sruti. 8217;tis the season to be jolly! What i write about. Story so far…. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 7 other followers. Blog at WordPress.com.
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dear pati | Pfizz's Weblog
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Miss you lots, pati. This entry was posted on August 5, 2011 by Sruti. It was filed under Uncategorized. 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. What i write about.
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untitled | Pfizz's Weblog
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In this city,. Seeking, searching,. Of the sky,. Pale blue in the light. The future, a ghost. Of my death under way. Of a known touch. A gentle brush,. You, my city,. This entry was posted on September 26, 2013 by Sruti. It was filed under Uncategorized. 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. Notify me of new comments via email.
