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The nescient !: To Clear Skies...
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I see I feel I write! Monday, September 17, 2012. She shed a single precious tear,. For a girl who never cried;. Her world stopped still,. Her mom went down with the bridge. Into her watery grave;. To watery abyss,. With every bottle he drained;. She was left alone in world of leeches,. They sucked her dry. And left her there to die;. With her head still high. To reach clear skies;. Day and night she ploughed by. Till she could take no more. Buried she was alive. In the coffin of her life. Auteur Analysi...
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The nescient !: The Memoir – P&R’s visit to India...
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I see I feel I write! Sunday, January 13, 2013. The Memoir – P&R’s visit to India. I have neglected you guys long enough. Well, that always happens when you are stuck in a mind as lazy as mine. So here goes, I will attempt to narrate the roller coaster ride months I've had. This is just the first week. There is a whole solid month coming at you. Until then, Happy Pongal guys. Do keep commenting. :). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Subscribe To The Nescient. Eclectic Charms of Ancient India. Auteur An...
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The nescient !: October 2012
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I see I feel I write! Monday, October 29, 2012. Eclectic Charms of Ancient India - Mamallapuram. It seems a fantastic paradox, but it is nevertheless a most important truth, that no architecture can be truly noble which is not imperfect. Centuries. What remains of the ravages of the Bay of Bengal now attracts those in search of lost legacies. The monolithic and cave temples display a rare use of Buddhist technique of rock carving in Dravidian style of temple building. Myths and Legends Associated. It is ...
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The Chennai Chapter | Stories from a features reporter in the city | Page 2
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Stories from a features reporter in the city. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. A passage through India. October 17, 2014. William Dalrymple talks about his next book The Anarchy that traces the rise of the East India Company and why he still treasures the curiosity and surprise of the outsider perspective. And this is a lecture he’s delivered before numerous heads of State, the Indian Army, at the White House and to former Afghan President Hamid Karzai, himself. Coincide...
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Chennai. | Grace at dawn
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Because words come easier by sunrise. August 21, 2014. I’ve found Chennai in the kindness of strangers. In the share-auto driver who drove in torrential rain from Kasimedu to the High court, clutching down his tarpaulin curtain with one hand, and turning every few minutes to ask, “Neenga okay-a? 8212;————————————————–. Written over a year ago on assignment. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Love- -the h...
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The nescient !: December 2011
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I see I feel I write! Monday, December 5, 2011. Blissfully alone I was in a crowd. Shrouded in silence sense and logic. Sensible and simple was my world,. And unprovoked by egos. Unaware was I to the longings of the body. And the vileness of the human soul. Ignorant I was to the needs of my heart. Stranger I was to the medley of love. A book was all I needed once. The brook and its breeze gave me joys profound. Then you came with your nonchalant charm. You pulled me closer as you moved farther apart.
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March | 2013 | Grace at dawn
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Because words come easier by sunrise. Monthly Archives: March 2013. March 31, 2013. 8220;Fight out the anger. Burn down the bristle. Push to surface patience. Struggle to project love.”. April 1, 2013. March 29, 2013. It’s in the dent in your cheek,. The crook of your arm,. The nape of your neck,. And the scent of your skin. It’s in stolen kisses and quiet eyes,. Held hands and pensive sighs. It’s in the nights we made splendid days,. The days we made long years,. The years we made forgotten memories,.
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About this space | Grace at dawn
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Because words come easier by sunrise. To love, and to write, are to be vulnerable. I’ve been fighting both for a while now. This is a very slow attempt at giving in. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. A collector of stories.
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inglesidenotes | Grace at dawn
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Because words come easier by sunrise. August 5, 2015. August 21, 2014. I’ve found Chennai in the kindness of strangers. In the share-auto driver who drove in torrential rain from Kasimedu to the High court, clutching down his tarpaulin curtain with one hand, and turning every few minutes to ask, “Neenga okay-a? 8212;————————————————–. Written over a year ago on assignment. April 13, 2013. March 31, 2013. 8220;Fight out the anger. Burn down the bristle. Push to surface patience. April 1, 2013. I am theirs,.
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I am | Grace at dawn
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Because words come easier by sunrise. March 22, 2013. I was the heavy clarity of my mother’s hand. The prescription hurriedness of my grandfather’s scrawl. The scant tautness of my father’s scribble. The generous roundness of my grandmother’s word. I am their blood,. A little of their soul sieved through time. Their spirit seeped past generations. Their struggles distilled by distance. And their stories marred by memory. I am theirs,. March 22, 2013. 3 thoughts on “ I am. DR T M Joseph. You are commentin...