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The Melting Pot of ICE: December 2007
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Monday, December 17, 2007. In front of me stands a door,. Gateway to The Peninsula, I adore. Speaking to a dead soul did I stand,. She could not understand! Alfi Ashraf is my name,. Friend of Fijula, the dame.
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The Melting Pot of ICE: A Bitter Sweet Farewell
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Tuesday, September 16, 2008. A Bitter Sweet Farewell. I stood there, on the shore,. Watching the sky, I adore. And then the wind blew,. And with the wind my woes flew. A strange liking, a strange fondness,. Hyde's...
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The Melting Pot of ICE: October 2008
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Tuesday, October 07, 2008. Allow me to introduce myself,. I am not a name off the shelf. People come to me for advice,. For I am Alfi The Wise! Open the drapes now,. Look out and see how,. I take your imagination,.
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The Melting Pot of ICE: August 2006
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Thursday, August 31, 2006. When the blinds open. My fears only deepen. For I am not in a heaven,. But in a dark raven. Why o why do I feel,. With every step I deal,. As my fate would unveil,. No promise to keep,.
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The Melting Pot of ICE: My Best Friend's Hyderabadi Wedding
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Friday, September 05, 2008. My Best Friend's Hyderabadi Wedding. Path carpetted with petals of rose,. Scent of love in the air, it grows. The moment, much awaited, arrives,. Make Merry" they said, joy was the mood,.
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The Melting Pot of ICE: The Dark Knife
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Sunday, September 28, 2008. I am trapped inside a crowd,. Of faceless people, crying out loud. The receding waters of the shore,. Washing away with it, horrors and gore. The crowd moves, at a steady pace,. Can sto...
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The Melting Pot of ICE: February 2008
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Sunday, February 03, 2008. Blackberry Flavoured Lime Tea. I got comfortable in the living room. Namrus was lazily laid back on the chair, browsing through the a la carte. It is going to be the same news in all the...
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The Melting Pot of ICE: December 2005
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The Melting Pot of ICE. Well, if you want to read the little joys and sorrows of a young Engineer, who is juggling with every faculty he possesses, to achieve one plain and neat goal- SURVIVAL, then this is the place. This is the place where the hotICE pours himself out. The Melting Pot of ICE. Wednesday, December 21, 2005. More Frust and Sunken. Before you proceed, please follow the following instructions. 1) Read my earlier post Frust and Sunken. 3) For God's sake just read Frust and Sunken. I was goin...
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Shout: December 2009
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It’s a lot healthier than sulking. Sunday, December 06, 2009. You do not want to read Morrison when there are tendrils of heartache tracing old fault lines in you. Not even those trivial tremors from when you didn’t email me when I thought you would, because if you do, read her then that is, then goodbye and thanks for all the fish because there’s no way you’re going to work out of her words whole. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). To be a bird and shit on all that I fly past. View my complete profile.
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Shout: January 2011
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It’s a lot healthier than sulking. Thursday, January 27, 2011. Love poems for you. A little over a year ago, I spilt a bunch of angry words and dignified them with the title: ‘Angry poems about you’. I’m all about playing with your mind, see? And now, so you know I’m not all pissiness and mutterage, here’s something less virulent, more bewildering and just as unpoetic. Written on a cold late December day, for Duck. My heart’s still tender from the arm you lent me last night. So, when you look back.