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no title: December 2011

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Thursday, December 22, 2011. Will she turn yellow? At office, my lunch-companion today was caravan. It offered me an article that called manmohan a falling man. One more that took me on a ride. A worthy wait it will be, said a voice in my head, for she'll turn beautiful. Two few more months of wait to see her in yellow. I was beginning to think. No wait is a worthless one'. My Sanskrit teacher, I remembered, had told the class while translating a Subhashitam. Cycling through your waiting-longing-hoping c...

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no title: July 2013

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Monday, July 15, 2013. It is one of those days when nothing really seems to suffice. There seems to be a deficit in everything about me and in everything that surrounds me. There is a कमी. Why, now, do I put people into good-bad-ugly jars and take much care to space the jars well apart? Why, now, do I question if I am one among the best or a little less? The deficiency that pervades my being wins an ugly win. Repugnantly, I shudder - many times in vain attempts to rise like the legendary phoenix. A few w...

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no title: December 2010

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Scratched price tags on the gifts you receive scream that a price was paid. Orange peels for sweet revenges. Suicide knowing that you can end your life anytime you want to. just the knowing such a solace. Unstamped WinnieThePooh stamps on the handwritten letters you receive first cutest. Live cricket matches anytime. all for the mexican waves that die only after 5 whole rounds.and the sun-like floodlights. Sanity difficult to maintain. Pebbles on the streets must-kicks.

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Trishanku Swarga: May 2012

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Am like a boy waving at a passing train.who knows why he waves.to whom he waves. and besides an answer always spoils the romance. This blog is not what i want to share with the world,just, what i cannot keep to myself. Wednesday, May 23, 2012. It's not only the river that meanders. It's been quite a while now, that we started walking, why are your feet wet even now? I knew perhaps you liked the river, but didn't we choose the desert together? But they are wet. Aren't they? Had you gone to the river again?

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no title: Extrapolation

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Saturday, September 10, 2011. Longing is what I feel when I look at the red suitcase. It sits here right next to my bed, big and ready. Seeming as eager as I am to head back home. With an i-know-i-am-important air in its redness. Like it knows it carries the hundredthousand gifts I have bought for you. Sleepless, tonight seems to be. And I lay here extrapolating. The boomerang could keep us occupied all day at the hilltop fort. After every sunset, could we cycle back home. Merriness merriness and more.

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Burn Quran Day and My City Gainesville | Stranger\'s Words

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Stranger ’s Words. Yup; Just another WordPress.com weblog;So what! 4 bomb blasts in Pakistan in last 2 days. Sept 11: don’t associate it one more hate crime →. Burn Quran Day and My City Gainesville. Three and a half years in Gainesville and today for the first time I am little afraid. I live in fear of how my country men will react. Will they morph into the lynching crowd of Sialkot? Will they become the monsters the Dove Church envisages Muslims to be. We will respond by servicing the community. On...

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no title: Come kappe come

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Tuesday, March 8, 2011. They came back again and again and again for as long as i stood there the green-blue-waves. And the sand beneath tingled my feet whenever the waves wet them and left. Again and again and again and again and again. So much like you, i thought. I walked back with thoughts of building a castle. Built a kappe goodu. Aramane kattidru, samudradinda kappe barala. Kidding.but nice poetic streak. March 21, 2011 at 10:14 AM. April 11, 2011 at 10:34 AM. April 18, 2011 at 7:18 AM.

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Trishanku Swarga: The Sun in my________

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Am like a boy waving at a passing train.who knows why he waves.to whom he waves. and besides an answer always spoils the romance. This blog is not what i want to share with the world,just, what i cannot keep to myself. Tuesday, April 19, 2011. The Sun in my. I have been.how do I put it.amused, by people who come to sun-set points. And try to catch. It'll give them gases at best. The action probably is deeply symbolic.I am sure Freud would have had something in. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Trishanku Swarga: When the world does not laugh with you.....

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Am like a boy waving at a passing train.who knows why he waves.to whom he waves. and besides an answer always spoils the romance. This blog is not what i want to share with the world,just, what i cannot keep to myself. Monday, September 26, 2011. When the world does not laugh with you. See what I mean! I really think I, at times, crack very intelligent jokes. I am so particular at making it 'intelligent' that the 'joke' part sometimes gets sidelined. Once it so happened that after I recited. And told him...