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Dashed Lines.: The Departure
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Friday, 15 April 2011. Whither are those singing voices? Whither, those smiling faces? They're gone, all gone! But something still remains-. The ghastly feel of noises closing in,. Not of what I'd done,. But what I hadn't. The darkness seeped into my consciousness,. My eyes neglected their part,. Yet I could make out a shade by me-. A nebulous shade of mist. 'What are you? Your Fate, my child! And there shone two black pearls for eyes,.
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Dashed Lines.: July 2014
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Wednesday, 9 July 2014. This city awakens to the song of birds,. Drowned by the ceaseless drone of the diaspora,. To lucre-loving auto drivers declaring their preposterous fares,. And women in brightly-coloured sweaters on the side-walk,. Stringing garlands of marigold and jasmine. This city awakens to the call of muezzins,. And little girls in little black burqas skipping to madrasas. In another part of the city,. This is the city of fi...
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Dashed Lines.: The Dream.
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Sunday, 30 June 2013. It's been more than two years, two very long years. Welcome back, self. What I have here isn't quite a story or a write-up or anything of that sort; it's a dream, and a very weird one at that, that came to me today during my afternoon siesta. She says to the man, as if expecting an answer for an earlier query. Are you with them too? I'm sorry, Dietmar. They will decide your fate now.'. They're going to burn us all a...
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Dashed Lines.: June 2013
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Sunday, 30 June 2013. It's been more than two years, two very long years. Welcome back, self. What I have here isn't quite a story or a write-up or anything of that sort; it's a dream, and a very weird one at that, that came to me today during my afternoon siesta. She says to the man, as if expecting an answer for an earlier query. Are you with them too? I'm sorry, Dietmar. They will decide your fate now.'. They're going to burn us all a...
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Dashed Lines.: The Unassuming Möbius Strip.
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Monday, 18 April 2011. The Unassuming Möbius Strip. If you're the kind of person who has no qualms about admitting the fact that you've never. Heard of Möbius strips before, then I have nothing for you here. You might as well leave at once. Thank you. That featured these intriguing topological marvels, conceived and designed by the German mathematician, Augustus Ferdinand Möbius. That used to sit around and decide what piece of ludicrous...
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Dashed Lines.: April 2011
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Monday, 18 April 2011. The Unassuming Möbius Strip. If you're the kind of person who has no qualms about admitting the fact that you've never. Heard of Möbius strips before, then I have nothing for you here. You might as well leave at once. Thank you. That featured these intriguing topological marvels, conceived and designed by the German mathematician, Augustus Ferdinand Möbius. That used to sit around and decide what piece of ludicrous...
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Dashed Lines.: May 2011
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Thursday, 5 May 2011. Every time he issued a book, he would make some random comment about it, saying that it was a good choice or that he thought that it wasn't the best of so-and-so's books. Some people would nod politely. Others would glance hurriedly at their expensive gold-plated watches, with mother-of-pearl dials. Time was a valuable commodity for them. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Vete al diablo. Gracias. View my complete profile.
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Dashed Lines.: Childhood.
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Saturday, 14 March 2015. 8220;Looking back on boyhood years, even unhappiness acquires a certain glow.”. The Story of Lost Friends, Ruskin Bond. And then there were my precious collections. Dunno if you remember the day I borrowed the book from you, but I do, quite vividly. I was over at your place and I still remember the luscious, ripe, juicy mulberries that we plucked and ate from atop your terrace. And the beautiful, stubborn...Citie...
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Dashed Lines.: The First Three Minutes.
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Unless I'm lying, that is. Thursday, 14 April 2011. The First Three Minutes. Starting from scratch is always a painfully endearing thing to do. Somehow, I'm reminded of these lines from Kipling's 'If':. If you can make one heap of all your winnings. And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,. And lose, and start again at your beginnings. And never breathe a word about your loss.". From where I stand,. I see the fabled gallows. Ensconced in a crown of brambles?
