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The Yellow Dictionary: October 2011
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Thursday, October 06, 2011. 8220;The world is a terrible place.” She said taking a severe gulp off the clear green beer bottle dangling loosely off her hands and moving side to side between her knees. His fingers still deeply engrossed in rubbing that delicate bit of paper filled with preciousness in the center, he looked up half way and smiled. 8220;Nobody understands you.” She lit a cigarette dramatically. 8220;But you do right? 8221; The joint switched hands. He shook his head and let out a smile.
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The Yellow Dictionary: Pages from my life
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Sunday, March 25, 2012. Pages from my life. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try you don't get what you want. Recently I may have run after things that I believed were good for me but it all turned out sour at the end of it. I can't even say "at the end of it" because I never even got there. Yes, there is a tremendous disjunct, a feeling of dissatisfaction, a lack of closure. One might wonder if things so new, so embryonic in its existence could have the potential to effect someone so much.
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The Yellow Dictionary: Why women deserve to be raped
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Thursday, December 27, 2012. Why women deserve to be raped. But then, there are times when men rape women who keep covered up. But other women dress provocatively. At the end of the day they are all the same. So they all should be punished. Sometimes the women are old and the most fascinating of all is when they are babies. These folks are raped because men want to. Now, if they want to, they want to. Who dares to deny food to the hungry Gods. Lord, how stupid to even question. But it's important to reme...
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My Psychedelic Verses: My heart speaks ...
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Words from the heart, mind and soul of a writer seeking solace in alphabets. Saturday, November 07, 2009. My heart speaks . Should i be so human to be bothered beyond my world. Worried about others? I feel the pull from within, a million doubts, questions? But over time, i realise i am just one of them.with a beating heart, pumping blood in to remind me i am human. How can a person find the simple joys of life, when so much of pain around us is suffocating us? Your blog keeps getting better and better!
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The Yellow Dictionary: April 2013
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013. Heavy lingering souls of those beautiful women,. Who left that man "tainted for life;". How is your heart more precious than mine? What have you done differently,. What magic formulae do you have? That there is a corner still in his wallet,. That clutches on to a picture of you. What is this reverence that you people receive,. Why are you always better than I? Love's discrimination I wasn't spared. All I saw was the dance of dispair. You were the one worthy of a lifetime,.
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The Yellow Dictionary: September 2011
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Monday, September 05, 2011. These days I get depressed just waking up in the morning and things get better by night. Right now I feel I will never be able to like NYC or life here. I feel stupid. I feel lonely. I miss my life in India. Monday, September 05, 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. These days I get depressed just waking up in the m. Chai, Sutta aur Philosophy ki Kitaab. सफ़ेदपोश. People come and go, talking about Michelangelo. To be or not to be.
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The Yellow Dictionary: August 2011
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Friday, August 26, 2011. She's got no music on her ipod. No money in her jeans. Just a bag full of memories and a lover she cannot see. She is not a hippie. She is not a tramp. She is not any ordinary girl. She has a hole in her sandal 'cause she likes to taste the earth beneath. She's probably worth a million bucks that she ain't ever seen. Mud covered and fiery with fervour. Friday, August 26, 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Chai, Sutta aur Philosophy ki Kitaab.
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The Yellow Dictionary: May 2012
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Monday, May 21, 2012. Are you over this break-up? These days, Tara (29) is assisting James Black, Vogue's favourite fashion photographer. Maya (26) however, is still struggling to finish her Ph.D. Maya and Tara are chilling in Maya's room. Maya is sitting on the rug, painting her toe nails in a bright shade of "cherry tomato" while Tara is lying on her stomach, on the bed, is reading the latest issue of cosmopolitan. Do you think reading cosmopolitan is unintellectual? Tara clumsily turns the page. Ok Ma...
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The Yellow Dictionary: December 2012
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Thursday, December 27, 2012. Why women deserve to be raped. But then, there are times when men rape women who keep covered up. But other women dress provocatively. At the end of the day they are all the same. So they all should be punished. Sometimes the women are old and the most fascinating of all is when they are babies. These folks are raped because men want to. Now, if they want to, they want to. Who dares to deny food to the hungry Gods. Lord, how stupid to even question. But it's important to reme...
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The Yellow Dictionary: September 2012
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Saturday, September 15, 2012. She just wouldn't let go. She was probably used to it. She probably had already parted with each and every drop of it anyway. So there was no pain, no hurt, no horror at that moment. It was perfectly fine. It was purging in a way. Slowly, the lights flickered, a mad array of colours and shapes took over her space. And as her tiny feet got inked crimson she indulged in her last morsel of air. Saturday, September 15, 2012. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
