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Sunday, July 19, 2015. Does your mind trick you as well? What else do I not even realize? I sit on my sofa, overlooking the greened monsoon'd leaves of the tree outside. I'm reading, I'm thinking, I'm overcome with anguish. I cannot bear the thought of myself. I cannot bear the thought of being apart from him, of him being with anyone else. Why these thoughts now? Why framed like this? Posted by Pringle Man. Saturday, February 14, 2015. All the things I don't tell you, when you're lying right beside me.

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Sunday, July 19, 2015. Does your mind trick you as well? What else do I not even realize? I sit on my sofa, overlooking the greened monsoon'd leaves of the tree outside. I'm reading, I'm thinking, I'm overcome with anguish. I cannot bear the thought of myself. I cannot bear the thought of being apart from him, of him being with anyone else. Why these thoughts now? Why framed like this? Posted by Pringle Man. Saturday, February 14, 2015. All the things I don't tell you, when you're lying right beside me.

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The Chai Years: November 2014

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Sunday, November 30, 2014. Delhi leans into me. At the traffic light, the woman with her ankles narrower than my wrists, walks between the cars holding onto her walking stick. This city, it leans into me. You had said at some point, almost as a non sequitur, "only thing I dislike about Delhi winters - it's brutal on the homeless.". Don't take it the wrong way, you say, but I'm looking forward to you going out of town so I can finally get some work done. Posted by Pringle Man. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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The Chai Years: An Agastya Sen Afternoon

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Thursday, October 2, 2014. An Agastya Sen Afternoon. Perhaps it’s the weirdness of this existence, this movement from one night at 4S, getting drunk on 3 double rum and cokes and then being in this place, where everything is slower, narrower, calmer, not necessarily better. Perhaps it’s constantly reconciling, the be here now. My afternoon draws to a close and Naveen calls to check in on me and I reply noncommittally. Perhaps we will go for a walk. Posted by Pringle Man. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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The Chai Years: July 2014

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Sunday, July 13, 2014. People reading unself consciously in public places. A good French braid. The cackle of an old lady's laugh. A dark purple sari with an orange blouse. A much used dari, folded up for now. People in doorways watching the street. Broken buildings with trees growing through them. Knitted sweaters - huge, hairy, warm ones. Holding warm babies to my chest. Rain over the western ghats. Posted by Pringle Man. Tuesday, July 8, 2014. My mother tells me twice, "Give your suit for ironing.".

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The Chai Years: March 2014

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Wednesday, March 19, 2014. He is going to NDA tomorrow, for the 'Sabhikhi Cup' named after him for inter academy matches. I'm terribly proud of him and to be his grand daughter. I can only dream of coming close to his accomplishments when I'm 85. For now, let's do this twenty fifth year. Posted by Pringle Man. Saturday, March 8, 2014. Tangled up in blue. Ofcourse I will, once the time comes. Posted by Pringle Man. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I used to be there. I'm also sometimes here. Tangled up in blue.

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The Chai Years: January 2014

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Sunday, January 12, 2014. Reply to his email sits fat and heavy on my To Do list, only because Not Replying would mean something. This effort, when once upon a time twenty five email thread were exchanged in twenty minutes. Take your time they say, touch trees, look up, look in between. Posted by Pringle Man. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I used to be there. I'm also sometimes here. It's an Adrain Mole thing. There was an error in this gadget. Reply to his email sits fat and heavy on my To Do .

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Step.Down.: heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street

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Thursday, September 4. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street. Leaving is not enough; you must. Stay gone. train your heart. Like a dog. change the locks. Even on the house he’s never. Visited. you lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment. Just your size. a bathtub. Full of tea. a heart the size. Of Arizona, but not nearly. So arid. don’t wish away. Your cracked past, your. Crooked toes, your problems. Are papier mache puppets. You made or bought because the vendor. Murphy, the...

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Thursday, June 12. It will not be simple, it will not be long. It will take little time, it will take all your thought. It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath. It will be short, it will not be simple.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Dlisted - Be Very Afraid. All in Good Jest. SEE WITH EYES SHUT. Hyperbole and a Half. Of Life and Lurrrve. The Write for the Remaining Silence. The Economist - World News, Politics, Economics, Business and Finance.

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Friday, May 20. My brother's coming tonight and staying with me for a while :) i don't know why i thought moving would change anything. the love in ones life remains a constant, for which i am very grateful. except that i don't get to see my babies. I turned 25. it feels like i'm on an irreversible march towards greater foolishness, larger mistakes, and hopefully significant pay offs. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Dlisted - Be Very Afraid. All in Good Jest. SEE WITH EYES SHUT.

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Thursday, September 4. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street. Leaving is not enough; you must. Stay gone. train your heart. Like a dog. change the locks. Even on the house he’s never. Visited. you lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment. Just your size. a bathtub. Full of tea. a heart the size. Of Arizona, but not nearly. So arid. don’t wish away. Your cracked past, your. Crooked toes, your problems. Are papier mache puppets. You made or bought because the vendor. Murphy, the...

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Wednesday, August 17. I'm on my third piece of chewing gum since morning. cutting back on cigarettes blows. Thursday, August 4. Never fuck a gift horse in the mouth. The internet isn’t a sentient being, so I should probably stop starting every post by greeting the internet. But then neither is the universe and the universe and I talk all the time. INTERNET, HELLO. I now live in Dubai (have I mentioned that here earlier? Can I revoke my invitation to my manfriend to visit me? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Thursday, June 12. It will not be simple, it will not be long. It will take little time, it will take all your thought. It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath. It will be short, it will not be simple.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Dlisted - Be Very Afraid. All in Good Jest. SEE WITH EYES SHUT. Hyperbole and a Half. Of Life and Lurrrve. The Write for the Remaining Silence. The Economist - World News, Politics, Economics, Business and Finance.

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Monday, April 30. The calendar is full but the future is blank. The wires hum the folk-tune of some forgotten land. Snow-fall on the lead-still sea. Shadows. Scrabble on the pier. In the middle of life, death comes. To take your measurements. The visit. Is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit. Is being sewn on the sly. Tomas tranströmer, “black postcards”. Why you no write lady. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Dlisted - Be Very Afraid. All in Good Jest. SEE WITH EYES SHUT.

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Step.Down.: Beatifically smiling Murphy

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Sunday, February 19. This sort of weekend is currently the best kind I can have here. With the exception of not doing any laundry. My morning walk to the metro station today might have just led to a revolutionary new Murphy. It was the dimwitted equivalent of me lifting my gigantic, rock filled head and slowly turning it in the right direction. Onward and forward! I bring news from another part of the world. Life is EXACTLY the same here. EXACTLY the same. Right down to the smallest detail. The Economist...

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Wednesday, April 4. From commissars of daylight. Love cannot make us free. Nights of ungracious darkness. Hang over you and me. We lie awake together. And hear the clocks strike three. Our loving cannot exile. The felons but and if. Yet, being undivided,. Some ways we can contrive. To hold off those besiegers. Who batter round our life:. The thieves of our completeness. Who steal us stone by stone,. The patronage that scowls upon. Our need to be alone,. And all the clever people. Who want us for their own.

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Monday, April 30. The calendar is full but the future is blank. The wires hum the folk-tune of some forgotten land. Snow-fall on the lead-still sea. Shadows. Scrabble on the pier. In the middle of life, death comes. To take your measurements. The visit. Is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit. Is being sewn on the sly. Tomas tranströmer, “black postcards”. Wednesday, April 4. From commissars of daylight. Love cannot make us free. Nights of ungracious darkness. Hang over you and me. Murphy, the patron...

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Sunday, July 19, 2015. Does your mind trick you as well? What else do I not even realize? I sit on my sofa, overlooking the greened monsoon'd leaves of the tree outside. I'm reading, I'm thinking, I'm overcome with anguish. I cannot bear the thought of myself. I cannot bear the thought of being apart from him, of him being with anyone else. Why these thoughts now? Why framed like this? Posted by Pringle Man. Saturday, February 14, 2015. All the things I don't tell you, when you're lying right beside me.

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