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The Thing Is: No cure for a common birthday!
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I write. You read. Okay? Monday, September 9. No cure for a common birthday! I've been getting increasingly agitated e-mails inquiring about my health and well-being. (By the way how come you guys only write when I. And so on), your head would explode. No, really. It would go. What was my tell? I don't want to anyone to ever know I like them. Until of course, they sign a written declaration of intent . But not a minute before. Not one minute. Help me! Yes, I read Lemony Snicket. And so should you. Right ...
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The Thing Is: Circa 2013
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I write. You read. Okay? Saturday, March 2. I turn 25 and I want it to mean something. Be happy, you know? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I live in the wait of impending greatness. Whether or not I shall turn out to be the heroine of my own life, or whether that station will be held by someone else, this blog will show. View my complete profile. At last, a post. It was mad, the wedding. For most of it, I was like WTF, you know? Because, by the time my plane landed and I got to the hotel, things wer.
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The Thing Is: A quick hello
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I write. You read. Okay? Monday, November 24. Wow, I didn't think this was what would follow that godawful post that you kept seeing every time you came visiting here these past few months. But as I (and Robert Jordan) keep saying, the wheel weaves as the wheel wills. There, I said it. Now this blog has seen it all. Me. In a relationship. With a boy who lives in the same continent and time zone as me. As long-term readers of this space will know, that's a first. Speaking of winter, and in case we don't m...
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The Thing Is: The Lankan Sojourn
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I write. You read. Okay? Wednesday, March 19. Do I breathe again. You had to be there to see but it was like the Indian version of Argo. I didn't expect to like this place. But even. But what I loved more than any of these were these moments of peace when time comes to a standstill, the world falls away and you become invisible. E to be. And, I just am. There, I can be anybody or nobody at all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. At last, a post. Somewhere in the process of grow...
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The Thing Is: Here and There
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I write. You read. Okay? Monday, November 2. It was mad, the wedding. For most of it, I was like WTF, you know? Because, by the time my plane landed and I got to the hotel, things were already under way; for all my careful planning, I appear in a T-shirt and cargos in all the wedding pictures! And when I finally wore the pretty blue and golden dress and then the plum coloured sari? Why do I attract these types anyway? I know I should give in and sleep. Fine, I'll go. Just wanted to put it all on reco...
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The Thing Is: B+
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I write. You read. Okay? Monday, May 27. You know, this year wasn't supposed to be like this. Because I already. Endured last year. Survived the relationship-that-wasn't. The job-that-wasn't. The new-city-that-wasn't. The end-of-the-world-that-wasn't. But this year, this year was. Going to be better. That was the deal. But, no. This had to be the bleakest, suckiest, unluckiest and most painful year I've had yet. And it's not even half done yet. It's the certainty of death. View my complete profile. I can...
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The Thing Is: April 2015
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I write. You read. Okay? Monday, April 27. On marriage and other things. After many, many months of radio silence, Smurfette and I got talking one day last month and she casually let it drop that she and the boy were looking at a December wedding. I pretended outrage. I didnt even know there was a wedding on the cards, let alone the season. And then, she said something thats been in my head ever since. . Marriage (v): A great distraction from the dreary business of life. . There I am sold. . Five ...
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The Thing Is: Summer is Coming
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I write. You read. Okay? Wednesday, February 26. Its not like I have anything to say. I'm only writing here because I have this thing I'm supposed to be doing right now but as you can guess, I'd rather do anything but that. So here I am, wasting your time and mine but really, I can't think of one other thing to do at the moment. Apparently, neither can you. Now that we are. Here, let me tell you about my week. To say that it was heartbreaking would be an understatement. My advice? But if you really want ...
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The Thing Is: Woe is me
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I write. You read. Okay? Friday, July 4. For me, words have measure. And meaning. Weight and worth. When I do say the words, I will. Them with everything that I am. Naively, I expect the same of the people I love. Knowing that words don't mean anything, actions do, is perhaps one of the hardest things I'm learning about life. For someone who prides herself on being pretty perceptive about most things, it never occur to me to it would mean, because I don't say, I must not feel. That because. I don't mean ...
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The Thing Is: Yeah, so
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I write. You read. Okay? Tuesday, November 19. This time, I have no excuse. I watched Avatar the Airbender and much of Kora and then the latest in Downton, Newsroom, BBT, Sleepy Hollow, Luther, Dracula and even HIMYM instead of write here. Absolute douche, yes. But you knew that about me already. So, I assume all is forgiven. Okay good. Table with chamomile tea and red wine. How can one resist that? Overdosed on five-star rooms service, hung out with Jughead and Bada and generally had a blast. Kinky is g...
