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The Keeper of Time | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. The Keeper of Time. In Moments in Time. What did the old man do if the clock stopped working? Did he ever step out of the house for anything else than changing the hours? How long did it take for him to get back into the house again after he was done with his task? I don’t remember most of the answers now. Did he sit down? Was the house actually a proper one with chairs and windows? 8221; she asked. 8220;...

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A little common sense on Commonwealth Games | UrbanSlate

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Transactions and translations within and beyond the urban realm. A little common sense on Commonwealth Games. Rs28,000 cr Games expense sounds like wrong priority. Azim Premji ; The Economic Times). The Human Cost of the Commonwealth Games. Krishna Pokharel ; Wall Street Journal ). Alan Saldanha, The Korea Times). The ‘Incompetance Raj’ strikes again. Salil Tripathi ; Wall Street Journal). September 28, 2010. Laquo; Mysore Masala : Infosys, kitsch and the pursuit of superlative. Do you want to comment?

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Death by Asphalt | UrbanSlate

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Transactions and translations within and beyond the urban realm. A not-very-helpful New York Times article. On the sorry state of traffic safety in India could be summarized in two lines:. 8220;The fast-growing Indian economy has resulted in a steady increase in traffic fatalities. No one really knows what to do about it! Link to a bit more substantive article in BBC ( June 2008) on similar topic. June 8, 2010. Laquo; McKinsey report on the future of urban India. Enter your comment here. Architectural Re...

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The shows that go on.. | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. The shows that go on. In Moments in Time. It is autumn here, you know how autumn runs – it likes to pretend to be almost-winter. And so, last week, the air was thin and cold and the evening was almost translucent with a cold but orange sky. It was only 6:30 PM but the street lights came on. People became shadows and then silouhettes, the sounds around me became a soothing muffle. Is rounded with a sleep.

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When We Were Young | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. When We Were Young. In Life's Little Lessons. And yet when Miss A announced her intentions to run for house captain at school, I was a child again. Eager and trusting and full of impudent hope. Oscillating between those wretched twins of victory and failure. Not knowing and at once knowing. Sure and unsure. Proud and scared. 8220;You will,” I said. And that all-knowing adult inside of me, said &...8220;Th...

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Words | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. I was fifteen and he was the same age, perhaps. Or perhaps we were both younger, or older. Who is to say after so many years? He lived nearby and he sometimes came over to deliver a message from his mother to mine because they were friends. He and I – we did not say a word to each other because we were young, like I said. You can make fun of love when you are young. Only when you are young. The song was t...

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scarlettletters | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. The Keeper of Time. In Moments in Time. What did the old man do if the clock stopped working? Did he ever step out of the house for anything else than changing the hours? How long did it take for him to get back into the house again after he was done with his task? I don’t remember most of the answers now. Did he sit down? Was the house actually a proper one with chairs and windows? 8221; she asked. 8220;...

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The Seasons | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. It has been so long since I posted here that the words almost didn’t come at first. They are not always adorable children now, the words, they are sometimes firm almost-teenagers with a mind of their own, they come when they want to and they mostly don’t. 8220;ÖK,”I said. Absent-mindedly. 8220;And I want to be house captain too. Okay? 8220;Ókay.”. I had a box of tissues ready for graduation night. 8221;So...

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A little bit of magic | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. A little bit of magic. 8216;I am making a wand,’ she said. ‘With a star and all.’. And because I know that one should be quiet when magic happens , I just nodded. I saw a million sparks dance in her eyes when she looked up at me. 8216;I made it by myself, see? 8217; she waved the wand about. Pink and purple pipe-cleaners and a heart that was large, too large. She kissed me back and went back to her wand.

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Not Permanent… | The Heart Monologues

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When a lone star lights up the sky and spring, like a promise, knocks at my door, the heart speaks…. The garden, it is overgrown in some parts and bare in others. 8220;There was a swing here,” I tell Miss A. “And a garden bed here and roses over there.”. Homes are not permanent. Only the times spent there are. That is the way it is for most things in life but why would childhood teach you such a harsh lesson! 8220;Do you want tea? 8221; they whisper. “It is cold outside.”. Like so many childhood things, ...