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Catharsis XV: Overthinking is a type of dementia
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental, or sadly circumstantial, or simply may be due to a continued growth in my popularity. No living creature with a heart has been harmed during the making of … Continue reading
Posted in Catharsis, Friends, Laughs, Observer, People and Relationships, Sarcasm, Soliloquy
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Catharsis XIV: the cynic’s love
It’s strange how far we have grown apart. We talk, for we have to, being scared of the silence that looms so loud. Yet while we talk, we check ourselves, our words, turning them over in our minds and praying … Continue reading
Posted in Catharsis, Friends, Heart, Observer, Philosophy, Soliloquy, The Other Side of the River
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Football: A Religion
It’s been a while I have been ensconced in the Americas, but I haven’t still transitioned completely. For instance, I am yet to comfortably lapse into the word “soccer”, it is still “football” for me in a country where that … Continue reading
Cast Aside
Lost in an ocean of miseryTravelers, dark and drearyFriends, who were friends no more-With only sailors,Sailing in the same boat.Of need and usefulness,That was of use no more;Cast aside and forgotten,A cheap shell, washed ashore.Told to get lost and never … Continue reading
Posted in Catharsis, Creations, Friends, Life, Me, Observer, People and Relationships, Philosophy, Soliloquy, Verses
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Grey Skies
The clouds gather, like warriors in steel,Dark and dreary? All geared for battle!I stop, to stare and wonderBehold the dark and gloomyThe laden grey skies-Of impending thunders,Of lightnings, and powerful rains.And wonder yet again,The beauty the dull can bring-Ne’er a … Continue reading
The Broken India
Once upon a time there was a little girl who thought her country was the greatest in the world. She would argue and preen and proudly proclaim that she was proud to be born into that country. The country that … Continue reading
Posted in India, Non-Fiction, Observer
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Catharsis XIII: Reflection
The funny thing is the last thing people think of the real me as (as opposed to the virtual me) is “despondently reflective”. I am famous (or infamous) amongst my cronies for my wicked sense of humor, a sharp … Continue reading
The Forty Rules of Love: A Compilation
Being who I am, the result of centuries, of ancestors, of traditions, heritages and most of all, faith (not religion)- Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak, a book, a simple book spoke to me. Even before I reached the … Continue reading
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On to Oblivion…
The acrid smell of smoke that even while burns every pore of your being it crosses, is the elixir of the soul which never learned how to exist without. The first drag hurt. Sputtering and coughing, the tears threatened to … Continue reading
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Murakami and Memories
I’d never thought of a life as chapters in a grand novel, till one fine day when I heard the crisp turning of a page and saw the beginning of a fresh new chapter. But I couldn’t write it down. … Continue reading
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