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April 2012 ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". She is too shy for comfort. At times, I can’t even find a way to start a conversation. At the most, she would nod, maybe a smile in her boldest days. Leaning against the door, gripping hard at the ends of her attire, she would twist the threads in nervousness. I can notice sweat trickle down her forehead, as she talks. Keats' a mirror, Keats' a mirage. Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing.
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'Funes, the Memorious' by Jorge Luis Borges ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". Thursday, September 6, 2012. Funes, the Memorious' by Jorge Luis Borges. Posted by debojit dutta. First published in the Argentine newspaper La Nación. INSIDE-OUTSIDE.Memory by Tatjana Mihailova. Littérateur, slicker, Buenos Airean: Funes did not use these insulting phrases, but I am sufficiently aware that for him I represented these unfortunate categories. Pedro Leandro Ipuche has written that F...
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June 2011 ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". She is too shy for comfort. At times, I can’t even find a way to start a conversation. At the most, she would nod, maybe a smile in her boldest days. Leaning against the door, gripping hard at the ends of her attire, she would twist the threads in nervousness. I can notice sweat trickle down her forehead, as she talks. Keats' a mirror, Keats' a mirage. Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing.
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January 2012 ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". She is too shy for comfort. At times, I can’t even find a way to start a conversation. At the most, she would nod, maybe a smile in her boldest days. Leaning against the door, gripping hard at the ends of her attire, she would twist the threads in nervousness. I can notice sweat trickle down her forehead, as she talks. Keats' a mirror, Keats' a mirage. Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing.
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Sehwag and the Circle of Seasons ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". Wednesday, December 14, 2011. Sehwag and the Circle of Seasons. Posted by debojit dutta. Like it occurs to me quite often nowadays, I was dumbfounded and then appalled at my loss of words in describing Virender Sehwag's double hundred. If the proverbial: "Miyan Kaptan Banoge? Man, do you want to be the captain? 8212;Raj Singh Dungarpur's casual offer to Azharuddin over a cup of tea — gave birth ...
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May 2012 ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". She is too shy for comfort. At times, I can’t even find a way to start a conversation. At the most, she would nod, maybe a smile in her boldest days. Leaning against the door, gripping hard at the ends of her attire, she would twist the threads in nervousness. I can notice sweat trickle down her forehead, as she talks. Keats' a mirror, Keats' a mirage. Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing.
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December 2011 ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". She is too shy for comfort. At times, I can’t even find a way to start a conversation. At the most, she would nod, maybe a smile in her boldest days. Leaning against the door, gripping hard at the ends of her attire, she would twist the threads in nervousness. I can notice sweat trickle down her forehead, as she talks. Keats' a mirror, Keats' a mirage. Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing.
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The Warmth of Jharkhand Mukti Morcha ~ Musings and Lyrics
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Like sealed polybags from your nearby gutter these stories keep coming back, in some way or the other.". Wednesday, August 5, 2015. The Warmth of Jharkhand Mukti Morcha. Posted by debojit dutta. Why I hated Rahul Dravid. W hile in school, I used to dislike two guys in particular. First was the one who sat in front of me, wore a shirt yellowed by sweat and s. The Poet and the Postbox. Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing. Sehwag and the Circle of Seasons. Funes, the Memorious' by Jorge Luis Borges.
