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The Quintessential Girl: March 2013
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Her bare soul turned inside out. March 5, 2013. Was it necessary, then, to weep before you recognised joy? He remembers how the night before he left her,. How a tear or two trickled down his cheek,. And how she, a woman he had learned to love. Without knowing how to tell her, had taken his tears. As the token she'd been waiting for,. The sign that he didn't want to leave her,. They were mere strangers,. Strangers who knew each other only too well. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). What you liked about her.
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The Quintessential Girl: Lost in Translation
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Her bare soul turned inside out. January 17, 2013. What had happened to their unending conversation? For years she'd consulted him about her decisions,. Occupied herself with his comforts, enjoyed his presence. Beside her in bed awake or asleep, depended on his involvement. In every aspect of her life, felt rejected when he came home and,. Burying himself in some tome of Ghalib, Tolstoy or Dostoevsky,. Seemed to ignore her need for company, or responded to her. That sometimes bordered on cruelty. What ha...
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The Quintessential Girl: A Story of Boy Meets Girl
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Her bare soul turned inside out. July 21, 2013. A Story of Boy Meets Girl. You peck like a bird,". He says disapprovingly, as he dips the toast,. All of his and most of hers, in the hot tea. She quietly slips a square of toast into his plate. It is not true that she has such a meagre appetite. Or he such a large one, and they both know it. But it is one part, a necessary part,. Of the complex ritual of belonging,. This transfer of food from her plate to his. Thanks a lot for reading. The Weakness in Her.
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The Quintessential Girl: All I could do was cry
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Her bare soul turned inside out. December 7, 2013. All I could do was cry. It is the saddest thing, for tonight is their last night. As an innocent, complete, ideal couple; her last night. With a man she has known for so many years,. A man she knows almost everything about,. And wants no more of. Soon they will be strangers; no wait, they can never be that. Even hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. January 20, 2014 at 8:22 AM. Thanks a lot for reading. Go ahead, and let those words flow :).
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The Quintessential Girl: Anyone else but you
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Her bare soul turned inside out. October 18, 2012. Anyone else but you. Wasn't it terrible that most of their energy was devoted not to doing things together,. But rather in devising ways so that they could have some time alone;. She doing the groceries so that he could go running in the park, or vice versa,. So that she could browse in a book-store and get her nails done? And wasn't it terrible, how much she looked forward to these moments,. To spend one's life with, even in spite of missing the person,.
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The Quintessential Girl: Mumbai Diaries
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Her bare soul turned inside out. January 13, 2013. She stood on the slippery rocks and gazed at the dark waters around her. Behind her, the sounds of the city were muted, shushed into silence. By the steady lapping of the water around her bare feet. She stood there alone - alone with the murmuring sea and the distant moon -. Empty hands, an empty heart, the hollow shell of a woman she used to be. The Space Between Us. Thanks a lot for reading. Go ahead, and let those words flow :). The Weakness in Her.
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The Quintessential Girl: Non, je ne regrette rien
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Her bare soul turned inside out. January 7, 2013. Non, je ne regrette rien. There was a time of naivety, when she believed. That she would get used to the loneliness of her life,. That she would accept the numb spot on her heart. But now she knows that no,. Time doesn't heal wounds at all,. That it is the biggest lie ever perpetrated,. And instead what happens is that each wound. Penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day. You find that that the sheer geography of your bones -. So true, so true!
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The Quintessential Girl: Julie & Julia
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Her bare soul turned inside out. January 29, 2013. When she was younger, she hadn't wanted to hear about cooking. To acknowledge the titbits of information about food,. That her mother kept passing on to her, apropos of nothing,. Would be to acknowledge that she wanted to model herself on her mother,. Which at fifteen or sixteen or even at twelve, she most certainly did not. She had spent her adolescence resisting her mother, not to spite her,. But just to establish that she was different. But just to es...
