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In First Person
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Tuesday, December 09, 2014. I feel the choices I make intuitively are always the right ones. I also wonder if there is a sexual dimorphism in this cognitive ability. Or if there is a specific brain-area, dedicated to this art. Can one be trained to be intuitive or is this an innate ability? On a completely (un)related topic, I am glad I broke up with a certain former boyfriend. Was a royal save. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I feel so incredibly lucky to be in this place. To.
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In First Person: May 2015
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Saturday, May 02, 2015. He is named Ostrich. When he is not sick. When he is sick, he is Guacamole. He calls me Vanilla Bean. When he is particularly full of mush, I am 'Sweet' Vanilla Bean. Our stuffed animals have strong personalities - Piggy and Fox, and Fuzz. Piggy is an American rock-star (so Piggy thinks) with a long fan-following of hot women. Fox is German, and quiet. Fuzz is currently writing a romantic novel. We are five-year-olds as far as mental age is concerned. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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In First Person
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Saturday, May 02, 2015. He is named Ostrich. When he is not sick. When he is sick, he is Guacamole. He calls me Vanilla Bean. When he is particularly full of mush, I am 'Sweet' Vanilla Bean. Our stuffed animals have strong personalities - Piggy and Fox, and Fuzz. Piggy is an American rock-star (so Piggy thinks) with a long fan-following of hot women. Fox is German, and quiet. Fuzz is currently writing a romantic novel. We are five-year-olds as far as mental age is concerned. Calcutta, West Bengal, India.
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In First Person: February 2014
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Thursday, February 27, 2014. Words have left me I think. Long, long ago, quietly, secretly, slowly,. Leaving word shaped holes in my vocabulary. I only have silences in my blood now,. And some empty aches inside my throat. And you know poetry. Silences in blood and empty. Needs words, thoughts, passion,. Music, patience, blood, sweat, love. And, of course, every time,. A little bit of the soul. Little black curly haired kid. How crazy are you? Look, I worry about you. Long after it left your tender lips?
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In First Person
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Friday, December 12, 2014. I cannot believe that I have at least partially lived some dreams I have had since I was ten. In trying to understand how the brain works. Or working with some incredibly cultivated, intelligent and creative people. And, traveling to places I had touched with fingertips in atlases, from that dilapidated house in Kolkata that was once home. And I have got a feeling for both the horror and wonder of doing research. How draining, but how addictive. Calcutta, West Bengal, India.
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Butterfly: My birthday
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Now,no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin,only one.And that is theft."."When you kill a man,you steal a life,"Baba said. "You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie,you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see? FROM 'THE KITE RUNNER' BY KHALED HOSSEINI. Sunday, February 28, 2010. WOW, you worry too much! On another note, once exams are over, cut yourself some slack and have a bloody g...
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Butterfly: My name is Sengupta and I'm not a fan of MNIK
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Now,no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin,only one.And that is theft."."When you kill a man,you steal a life,"Baba said. "You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie,you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see? FROM 'THE KITE RUNNER' BY KHALED HOSSEINI. Friday, February 12, 2010. My name is Sengupta and I'm not a fan of MNIK. The movie reminded me so much of Forrest Gump. Have you...
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Butterfly: 100th post on Butterfly
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Now,no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin,only one.And that is theft."."When you kill a man,you steal a life,"Baba said. "You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie,you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see? FROM 'THE KITE RUNNER' BY KHALED HOSSEINI. Thursday, December 31, 2009. 100th post on Butterfly. Time just flies.I still remember how my cousin(. My job will change in a couple...
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Butterfly: The Day of the Jackal
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Now,no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin,only one.And that is theft."."When you kill a man,you steal a life,"Baba said. "You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie,you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see? FROM 'THE KITE RUNNER' BY KHALED HOSSEINI. Sunday, April 25, 2010. The Day of the Jackal. This comment has been removed by the author. For my English class I also have read a F...
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In First Person: March 2014
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Monday, March 31, 2014. You feel like home. That attic in my house in Calcutta,. Where I made bucket-lists. And touched atlases with finger-tips. And dreamed of traveling to. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You feel like home. That attic in my house in Calc. Calcutta, West Bengal, India. A random, incoherent, coincidental, ludricous cocktail of nucleotides, proteins and thoughts. View my complete profile.
