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The notebook: September 2006
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Saturday, September 23, 2006. The World Beyond Her Eyes. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 11:58 AM. I have known this woman for a long time now. Sometimes her heart beats faster than normal; sometimes she feels a lump in her throat and sometimes her eyes arrest my gaze as if for eternity. When I am looking at her eyes it seems as if they are an entranceway to some mystic world too different from the world I live in. Links to this post. The bag on my sh...
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The notebook: August 2007
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Friday, August 31, 2007. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 12:23 PM. They scream at me. I am already on my knees. Can’t you see? I am on the ground already. I have surrendered myself. Links to this post. Tuesday, August 28, 2007. The Art of killing the words. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 9:34 AM. Links to this post. Thursday, August 23, 2007. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 3:17 PM. I wish I could disown myself; the way white disowned the black.
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The notebook: October 2007
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Tuesday, October 30, 2007. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 2:21 PM. I am going to the east. The sun is said to rise there. Traveling by the night. Under the constellated blackness. I lift my hooded head. To those scattered pieces. The signs and symbols. The cues spread across the sheet. My fingers trace the dots. Those remnants of some other time. Together they break the spell. Like a blind child. I discover the first meaning. Links to this post.
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The notebook: March 2007
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Monday, March 26, 2007. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 11:43 PM. I love his eyes. The haunted look in them. Through the silence it screams. Silence shriller than any war cry. This man fiercer than any warrior. Anguish running wild in his very nerve. The darkness in his midnight eyes. Naked defeat lingering in them. His gaze arrests mine. The reality so real, bare and stark. The battle is lost. But he continues to fight. Links to this post. Today as I...
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The notebook: Old Sliver
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Friday, May 27, 2011. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 1:08 PM. Today I came across my old silver rings and bracelets and other silver stuff. Silver that has turned black. The rings I wore as a teenager. stuff that defined my spirit then. I always liked gray more than golden. It has a depth I used to say. Very rich post, as always, Jui! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Deep Inside of Me. When Thoughts Seek Expression. Yayati Vairale’s E-Garage.
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The notebook: Lost
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Sunday, January 17, 2010. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 9:20 PM. Do you feel lost in your own lane sometimes? The block had a home, your home somewhere down there. You return back home one day and realise you are lost in your own lane. You can't just find the home at all. It is maybe like you have outgrown your old t-shirt. Your home has outgrown you, or you have outgrown the home. I am not returning back from here. I am on my way to a discovery.
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The notebook: April 2007
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Wednesday, April 25, 2007. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 6:44 PM. It’s high time, I told myself. High time to close my eyes shut. The dream was kind of making me hope. The feeble thing could die any moment and yet there it was breathing in my mind. I wanted to blow it off before it decided to die. But like a candle in the wind, there in the darkness of my mind it was spreading light. Why are dreams so stubborn? Or, is it us who are stubborn? My eyes...
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The notebook: December 2006
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Wednesday, December 06, 2006. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 11:48 AM. Malls were mushrooming uniformly across all the suburbs of Mumbai. I was one of the many Mumbaikars who had spent their Sunday evening in one such mall. Though I had gone to the mall without a shopping list I had returned with a few things in my bag. Today I was entertaining myself by observing and assessing my fellow travelers' activities. My eager eyes were grazing through t...
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The notebook: Complete
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Saturday, September 21, 2013. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 7:09 PM. On 5th sept. 2013 we became parents to a baby girl. :) Arjun loves his baby sister. :) Becoming parents all over again is wonderful. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Deep Inside of Me. When Thoughts Seek Expression. Yayati Vairale’s E-Garage. Space of My Own. View my complete profile.
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The notebook: November 2007
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Sounds of the seas, of myriad winds and my thoughts. Friday, November 30, 2007. Posted by Jui Chitre Deshmukh at 4:51 PM. The City men, the million run down trains;. They are a stampede of mechanized brains,. They are a mesh of dead cables,. They are shameless, ugly; empty thought bubbles. Their grouped conscious, the mob’s unified mind. The zombie-like metal muscles, on the deadpan face. The one face, of the herd, when God was a little ungracious. The city men, the masses, the target groups. I will be t...
