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The time when I float between what I am . and what I want to be. at times, these silences. are like a bridge.connecting my two worlds. at times.they become my refuge. when I dont want to be present anywhere. Sunday, May 24, 2015. The nights we spent talking late. The smiles you brought on to my lips. The dreams you got me to see. The hugs you sent in the air. The tears that flowed down my eyes. The years that flew only with your thoughts. The hopes that you left behind in my heart. Links to this post.

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Maddening Silences: Confused People; Complex Feelings

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The time when I float between what I am . and what I want to be. at times, these silences. are like a bridge.connecting my two worlds. at times.they become my refuge. when I dont want to be present anywhere. Saturday, December 22, 2007. Confused People; Complex Feelings. Empty spaces; Emotional bonds. Longing hours; Lonely nights. Gone away moments, Glaring vacuum. Secret wishes; Sacred thoughts. Stupid feelings; Silly fears. Deepening hurt; Drying tears. Sensitive insights; Silent prayers. I, Me, Myself.

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Maddening Silences: June 2014

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The time when I float between what I am . and what I want to be. at times, these silences. are like a bridge.connecting my two worlds. at times.they become my refuge. when I dont want to be present anywhere. Monday, June 30, 2014. Love that cannot be killed! It cannot be stopped. It cannot be hidden. It let's the memories haunt you forever. It fails you every time you reach out. It forgives even when taken for granted. It cannot be held back. It keeps you hoping for miracles. It tortures when you suppress.

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Maddening Silences: Ending 2010 & Starting 2011 !

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The time when I float between what I am . and what I want to be. at times, these silences. are like a bridge.connecting my two worlds. at times.they become my refuge. when I dont want to be present anywhere. Saturday, January 22, 2011. Ending 2010 and Starting 2011! Life seems to be on a fast forward mode.its rushing past me at such a rapid pace that I am left with only chasing behind, catching. But then, just wanted something like rewind and replay in slow motion at least. Week - my bday. Dec, I had a g...

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Maddening Silences: Dissolving Fire...

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The time when I float between what I am . and what I want to be. at times, these silences. are like a bridge.connecting my two worlds. at times.they become my refuge. when I dont want to be present anywhere. Friday, April 26, 2013. All it takes is a little drop of emotion. Waves of tears flow down my eyes. The love inside is now an unsettling fire. While it burns me out in this fading light. In the depths of the my heart's core. More regrets seem to float up fiercely. As you draw out the life from my soul.

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Maddening Silences: Random words !

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The time when I float between what I am . and what I want to be. at times, these silences. are like a bridge.connecting my two worlds. at times.they become my refuge. when I dont want to be present anywhere. Sunday, May 24, 2015. The nights we spent talking late. The smiles you brought on to my lips. The dreams you got me to see. The hugs you sent in the air. The tears that flowed down my eyes. The years that flew only with your thoughts. The hopes that you left behind in my heart. June 6, 2015 at 4:30 AM.

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: April 2011

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Sunday, April 17, 2011. For a thing called love. 8220;He doesn’t love me anymore I think”, said Suzan. She sounded low; and kept the phone before I could speak anything. I sat thinking for some time and smiled as many times her words rehearsed in my ears. Can anyone really start or stop loving? Can we really plan ‘who to love’ like we plan a project or marriage? Do we really love only once? Well, I don’t think so. Whether you will be happy to see him/ her happy? And it may some...

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Sunday, July 15, 2012. It was around 2'o clock of the early morning of 24th December 2009, we were traveling to Dwarka in a train from Mumbai. Expectedly everyone around was sleeping. Kuhoo and Adi were on the lower berth. I was trying to sleep lying on the upper one. I looked at Kuhoo. She was. In the start of the month she had complained that I was getting too involved in office again. I liked the hills and she liked the beaches. I asked her choice and. She chose my choice.

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: December 2012

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Saturday, December 29, 2012. It was a quiet evening. I sat with Kuhoo after a long day. We talked occasionally, for the most of evenings with her, words aren’t required. 8220;Why get ahead of ourselves? Let us stay simple and see things as they come” Kuhoo spoke. 8220;I agree, though it’s been difficult to resist the drag. People around try to show what they are not; talk about things they hardly know; and do things they seldom understand”, I said. For few days I lived a. I als...

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: January 2015

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Sunday, January 25, 2015. Around 1600 BC, an eruption of Santorini volcano formed volcanic ash that reached the Cretan shores and wiped off the Minoan civilization. Some debate that tsunamis were the real cause; but a civilization perished, a civilization that had attained maturity in almost all scales of societal, economic and military strength. I find it difficult to believe that their deeds or. Does God pre-decide all outcomes? Actually if God didn't know our choice, he woul...

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: July 2011

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Saturday, July 2, 2011. Search of a new God. There were stories of a small grass land where the morning sun shined bright, of the gulmohar trees those swaggered with the monsoon winds, of the fragrance of the soil that foretold the onset of seasons, of the far songs that heralded the days of festivals; I've heard them all as Granny used to tell those lying next to me, under those thousand stars, making me sleep. Only I could make her run; only she could make me eat. Unlike earl...

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: June 2012

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Sunday, June 17, 2012. The show must go on. The pain of loss or failure is felt only to those who can succeed. But this is story of a person who continues to live trying something, knowing that he won’t be able to succeed. Does he live every moment of his life with the pain of loss? Since the time I’ve known him, I have been thinking. I guess some of us know. I wish all of us could know. When the train came, I realized I was wrong. Some Mumbai locals are always crowded. A nonde...

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: May 2012

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Saturday, May 19, 2012. Sharing herewith what my friend Anu Lall. Wrote as 'Calcutta training chronicles' in 2003. Anu, Vijay and I had gone to Kolkata to impart SAP HCM Training. She was at it again, pulling my leg, but indeed it's such a treasure having such friends like her around. I felt like it’s the beginning of a never ending fruitless journey. Classroom session. Manish giving a demo and lecture on the process. A User, a typical one,. Not paying any attention to what was...

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: February 2012

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Sunday, February 26, 2012. It’s been more than two months since we shifted to KL. We still find ourselves rapt with nostalgia; and with multitude of emotions that creeps in, quietly and more frequently than we can ignore. Perhaps we haven’t yet found the connection, with the land and with people here; makes us value all we had in India. 8220;Papa, those toys aren't broken! 8221;, Adi sounded bit whining as I continued packing. 8220;So what is it? 8221; Kuhoo smiled. 8220;There ...

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves: June 2013

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Saturday, June 22, 2013. Pic by Ajay Sudhanshu. 8220;Tell me the name of the person you wish to be like”, asked John Williams. “You may also share. But that’s optional”. 8220;Al Gore”. I replied. “He is one of those who have taken up the fight against common human greed”. Today we justify our actions only on a profit scale, and that too on the. Resources, have to be. May not be profitable enough; and just say to the world we. Them, let people guess the meaning and intention.

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A Basket of Fallen Leaves. Friday, September 27, 2013. Few years back in Bangalore, rats used to cut the wires of my car. After paying several visits and repairs at service centre, infuriated, one morning, I bought some rat poison and kept that inside the bonnet. By the very next day, the rats started dying. Let us look at the tussle some societies and countries in the world are undergoing today. Behind every political unrest, economic crisis or so called holy wars, the root cause that comes out is a...

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