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ramblinreed: For Summer
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Monday, August 10, 2015. A picture perfect summer afternoon. Waves of green grass, strokes of white birds. A hundred surveillance cameras humming in my head. The touch of skin, the smell of sunlight. The radiance of flowers. And the corpse manufacturing newspaper. Over our morning coffees. How nice is it to be alive. I don't walk fast anymore. With me for a while.
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ramblinreed: March 2015
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Tuesday, March 3, 2015. At the crack of midnight, the machine gets its bout of mental disorder. Like a maniac it shouts its screetches into the dreamless night. Eyes which are sick of rotating around the machine wants to break free from the laws of gravity. I take the disobedient eyes to the firing's. You who left everything to take up begging. Links to this post.
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ramblinreed: April 2014
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Wednesday, April 30, 2014. Platform Soul/Field Work Notes. I do love what I do. Yeah, it is a bit hippy and the sort of stuff which is some how the 'right' sort of thing to say. Aren't you afraid of your reproductive expiry date? If the aim of life was to wed and breed at the correct age would have never left my sleepy small town.". But then, Khalil says. Links to...
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ramblinreed: December 2013
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Friday, December 13, 2013. Traveler.even after I get down from the train, it some times spins in my head. That feeling used to be a badge of honour. But, every traveller has her weary moments. In a few weeks, will be a year older. Crazier comrades have packed their shoes and decided to be in one place for a while. "Tired of being the rebel with no cause".
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ramblinreed: March 2014
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. Letter From An Immigrant. Strolling through the industrial wasteland. Peeled off cement, a bleeding man on the side walk, smell of depression wafting through the air and the manic surprise of tourists. For a tiny island, they do talk a lot about themselves. As people fill the pub, it feels warmer in a very un-tropical way. You wipe your ...
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ramblinreed: August 2013
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Sunday, August 18, 2013. It is a drizzling Delhi evening, and I am packing my life into two neat suitcases, of correct dimensions not more than 23kgs. All the prayers, midnights spend having rendezvous with dead theorists, trying to stretch 24 hours into more than they could hold- everything has finally paid off. Got the scholarship and is moving finally. ...At th...
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ramblinreed: February 2014
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Saturday, February 22, 2014. Disclaimer: This is not one of the hallmark card pieces for mothers' day and is intended for a fully grown up adult audience of any age. It might have to do with your relationship to your mother". Now the only thing which equals psychoanalysis' intense love for penis is its intense hatred for mothers. Beating up, biting or in general a...
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ramblinreed: No Health System (NHS)
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Friday, February 6, 2015. No Health System (NHS). One of the pleasures of living in this small island is that you get to experience a unique healthcare system known as NHS (No Health System). On paper; it is free, egalitarian, available to all and is as good as freedom and democracy. But the problem is that it has to exist beyond paper. Here are the results. 3 Thi...
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ramblinreed: October 2014
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Ramblings left to the ether, like the bubbles sent to the air.etchings on the wall, lines on the sand.as I walk past, in these shores of time. Monday, October 27, 2014. From the Nomad's Diary. What is the point of journeys if you don't have burdens? As the Bedouin says, "the world is full of troubles, this is our share of it". So, take it with a pinch of zen. You do have a new name. So, be fine in that skin. Do you know how nice it is to be free? Lose fear. Things which have to blow away will blow aw...
