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SylvanLands: July 2006

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And when the sun rose from the west, all was green again. Sunday, July 09, 2006. In the beginning, there was immense excitement. There were many beginnings. New things , even friends , new influences. Some things end; here however there is still some purpose and hopefully this journey will continue. I am on the cusp of some wonderful change. Sometimes it makes me nervous, sometimes I panic, but there is also wild excitement on occasions. I hope I get through, meanwhile Elf is on a break.

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Experience the D-a-w-n !: No Need for Speed

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Friday, August 29, 2008. No Need for Speed. M a slow starter by birth. I remember my mother narrating her agony about my first step and first word. I was late in both the cases. I was almost two years old when I uttered my first word, relieving my apprehensive parents who were counting days before consulting a speech therapist. Similarly, I started walking late in this world. The tradition continued ever since. Now the question arises- Am I complaining? August 29, 2008 at 7:17 PM. July 17, 2011 at 5:41 AM.

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Experience the D-a-w-n !: February 2008

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Thursday, February 14, 2008. Finally, the book worm has bitten me. In my childhood days I use to hear people say “A book is man’s best friend”. But I ignored it on the point that I’m still a child. I was rather inspired by the saying- “All work and no play makes jack a dull boy” (only in my version work. Was substituted by study. It was all about self-belief and determination [I know yaar. I’m exaggerating a lot :) but it’s pretty natural]. And One Night @ the Call Center. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Experience the D-a-w-n !: Ummmmmmmmmm!!!!!

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008. You did it twice and so well! I wish i had your eye for detail or your sense of being at peace with yourself and your world. wonder how you developed this so very tender quality of observing (and noting down with so much affection) even the minutest of things and sensations. you must be a very kind hearted person. way to go. carry on. July 31, 2008 at 3:30 PM. Looks like a mutual admiration club is budding ;P. Keep up the tenderness. good luck! August 1, 2008 at 3:59 PM.

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WordScapes: September 2006

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Saturday, September 02, 2006. Sometimes a road you had left behind catches up with you at another crossroad. It would be foolish to ignore it twice. She left on a winter morning, wearing a cream sweater, her black hair falling over it. She had waited at the door for some time, as if thinking she should say something, then deciding it was useless, walked away. I can't picture it clearly anymore; I just know this is how it happened. I reached the restaurant early so that I could see her walk in. She ha...

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WordScapes: September 2009

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Monday, September 07, 2009. There are perfect days and there are perfect days. Yesterday was a perfect day. A face splotched with sunburn maintains temporary testimony to the awesomeness. A wonderful day so far. More than good. But perfection was still hiding in the unexpected. Yet, perfection laughed. You don’t know who I am yet. The drive home in the comfort of people you don’t share your secrets with. But they have shared in this experience. That makes them beloved. Then the stumbling upon the perfect...

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WordScapes: Flight

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Monday, September 26, 2005. His smile would spread slowly on his face, the dimples getting deeper. The laughter in his eyes – warm, wicked, incorrigible. Which was why she had stared at him a little longer than was polite. She had turned her head away when she caught his eye. When she looked up again, he was laughing with his friends. But he was laughing at her. He knew that she knew. She asked for promises. He refused every one. He held her hand in his as she walked upon water. She sang to h...Today, sh...

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WordScapes: The Chains That Bind

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Monday, September 26, 2005. The Chains That Bind. Sachin waited till the train started moving before jumping in. The disgusted looks he got from the women standing near the door didn’t bother him. He still hurt all over from the thrashing his father had given him last night. He smiled wryly – just another drunken boor for a father. The chawl was filled with lives like his. He was whistling when he had walked in the door. “So you’ve finally come? 8220;Yes,” Sachin mumbled and went towards the kitchen.

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WordScapes: Full Circle

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Tuesday, March 06, 2007. Arun was very calm. That was what broke her. She screamed at him, she yelled, she reasoned, she cried and she begged. They had promised each other forever. How could it be over? She sat on her bed in her hostel room and looked at photographs. He'll come back to me, she said. She wept once more. She wept for a month. Her friends dragged her to parties, movies and cricket matches, and set her up with other guys. "You need to get over him." "No," she said. They gave up. Ah, you see,...

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WordScapes: October 2006

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Tuesday, October 03, 2006. The prince didn't believe in fairy tales. He had his feet firmly on the ground and his head firmly on his shoulders. He had a kingdom to run now. He was going to be king. Years passed and the new king matured into a good ruler – kind and benevolent, brave and wise. Little by little, he cast away all his fancies and romances and retained only the manners and thoughts dignifying a king. They were very happy together. Everyday, the king would wake up and look upon her face and...