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Ilaiyaraaja | Cinema Chaat

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Masala, movies, moustaches, and more! June 16, 2015. Akshara Haasan is also good and holds her own beside two such good performances from Dhanush and Amitabh. She has her own obsession and I like the way her character holds true to this dream, refusing to be merely the bridge to success for Shamitabh or even worse just a passing love interest. Her character is more interesting than that and Akshara is impressively successful in bringing her ambitious assistant director to life. May 19, 2015. Click to sha...

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This is a Title: March 2014

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This is a Title. And your collection of food in books. He opened it and then poured equal quantities of brandy and champagne into three large glasses. You do like wild boar, I hope? I said that it was one of my favourite meats, which was true, but could I have a very small helping, please? The meringues were large and white and brittle as coral and stuffed to overflowing with cream. Mustapha, bring the boy his owl and bring me some coffee and some of those nice Turkish delights up in the lounge.". I've a...

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Eve's Lungs: Memory files - Of sattuwallahs and rickshaw pullers

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Memory files - Of sattuwallahs and rickshaw pullers. Mealtime over , the chhatuwallh would then wash up with great care , accept a gob of tobacco or khaini from one of his customers , load up and waddle off . Now of course , the chhatuwallh at the corner is gone . Instead there is a bhelpuri walla who sells his wares to the schoolchildren down the road , which leaves me wondering where the rickshawallahs go for lunch . Beautiful. Especially the last line. Leaves you thinking about so much. Agent Vinod (D...

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Eve's Lungs: .. the memory of loss...

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The memory of loss. Dusk is insidious - it gently eases the hot stifling day into darkness . If you go to the Laal Bandh down Shyambati way , in winter, you can see the migratory birds and as the sky grows darker , they lift themselves up in a huge canopy, showering you with a patter of water drops as they shake their wings and fly towards the sanctuary to rest for the night . Come Tota , I say , we are nearly home. Missed your writing-glad you are back and how! Ki nostalgic ekta byapar holo, bujhle!

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Eve's Lungs: BENEDICTE

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At dawn , there is a gentle Northerly breeze which blows in as I open the windows in the dining room . The sun is barely there - a pale golden wash in the dawn sky . A conch shell blows and the sun bursts forth and I can smell incense mingling with the woodsmoke creating an impossibly aching feeling of benediction which leaves me feel truly blessed . Hope you continue to have this feeling! Beautiful. These dawns make all else worthwhile. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). All The Way From Antigua. One d...

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This is a Title: For Feanor

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This is a Title. And your collection of food in books. He opened it and then poured equal quantities of brandy and champagne into three large glasses. You do like wild boar, I hope? I said that it was one of my favourite meats, which was true, but could I have a very small helping, please? The meringues were large and white and brittle as coral and stuffed to overflowing with cream. Mustapha, bring the boy his owl and bring me some coffee and some of those nice Turkish delights up in the lounge.". I've a...

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Rage Against the Fishbowl: Dead egg-heads, or Priyanka's Art Project for this year's Dia de los Muertos

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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Rage Against the Fishbowl. 8220;No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise”. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Dead egg-heads, or Priyanka's Art Project for this year's Dia de los Muertos. What you may not know about me is that I'm a closet crafter (less Myers-Briggs, more xacto knives and gorilla glue). I'll keep making calaveras as long as we plan on eating omelettes, quiches and sunny-sides all the way up to Halloween. Got any ideas? Be well, beautiful. They are beautiful&...

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Eve's Lungs: Memory files - the old gent and his violin

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Memory files - the old gent and his violin. Years later , much grown up, my bosom friend at that time , AG ( before he became my husband - he was my sounding board , my security blankie , my go to for all problems ) brought up the topic of the violin playing old gent and I was not surprised that he had heard him too as had Sumon who immortalised him in his song O Gaanwala . Http:/ sunayanaroy.blogspot.in/2014/03/the-little-woman-in-niche.html. Randydavis387 at gmail.com. Very nice and touchy. Baking Oat ...

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This is a Title: The city of my dreams

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This is a Title. The city of my dreams. Whenever I visit Bombay now, I'm a fragile vessel of conflicting and equally-demanding emotions. Appreciation. Of the architechtural quirks and delights that dot the old city. A new-found, on-third-look, see-past-the-grime type. I always liked and admired them, but I didn't really understand how wonderful they were till I spent sufficient time with the oh-this-pub-has-been-running-since-1793* Brits. Claustrophobia. The city was always narrow and the existence o...