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		<title>Sex, if that&#8217;s what you mean</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A LULLING NOON } The curves are what that sway for the rigid plateaux, the stern importance is what that seeks its opposite, the jelly. Perhaps, a lulling afternoon is good enough, in the silent house to die in the moans, through a vision of deeper longings. It’s not one that you merge with, but [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writelife.wordpress.com&blog=498391&post=601&subd=writelife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Hours of moments</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:04:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ON BANGARAM ISLAND } It&#8217;s dawn. The green, blue lagoon is still. Cold, calm, inviting. Puffs of clouds drift in the sky. Patches of orange hue on them highlighting their white. In the air hangs and wafts away, a faint smell of wet coconut leaves, wet after the night’s rain. The green of the chundi [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writelife.wordpress.com&blog=498391&post=585&subd=writelife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>What awaits at the bend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 15:26:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[DESTINY } He had hurt his foot and had been home with books mostly for a year. He was the first in the family who had gone to college. His mom's family, with whom he and his siblings and his widowed mom had stayed, moved to another town for his learning. But after college, he resisted seeking jobs. He had read Sir Walter Scott and wanted to be a popular writer. From age nine, since he began to read, after that bad foot, he wanted to become a writer. Perhaps this is how a bad foot works on your life.
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		<slash:comments>18</slash:comments>
	
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		<title>Love of labour</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 14:08:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[MUSINGS } My eighteen-month-old daughter was screaming downstairs. I wanted to go and hold her. Yet, the story I&#8217;d rewritten in the last three days, the result of it, had left undesired doubts in me. It was then I got furious with myself and made some calls to friends.
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		<title>A floating body</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 00:48:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A SKETCH OF A STORY } You can’t really count the occasions of ‘sometimes’ in your life. It’s a trick, the thought. Because the truth could be that it was always there and not just sometimes.

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		<title>The room within us</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 04:37:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ONCE UPON A TIME, RECENTLY } Waking up, in the sea of ruffled memories of the yore, the window shows us the light to the days of beyond,  the light coming forth from the uncalled days,  of which I don&#8217;t want to remember even after those days, in the years to come.
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
	
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		<title>My book of Revelation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 06:33:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
To see yourself, do not look in the mirror. Easier is 
it to remove you from yourself and watch you passing by. 
Verily I tell you, then you shall see a ghost of a stranger 
moving by you. Then you shall fall on your knees and tear 
away your clothes. For, you shall be frightened to see you. 
9. What [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writelife.wordpress.com&blog=498391&post=533&subd=writelife&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>On a sunny day in Persia, perhaps</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 18:41:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[NEW OUTSIDERS } In the shop, he came across a glass box. It took him sometime to make out the square and rectangle metal boxes placed perfectly into their fitting spaces in the holding frames. They were all lighters. Zippo.
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		<title>The enigma of the arrival of the blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 05:47:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ABOUT AN EVENING } After a few days that made you sweat during the day and even in the evenings, the rains had arrived.
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		<title>The curious cases of Robin &amp; Nero</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:01:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Josh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[URBAN MYTHS } As flies to wanton boys are we to History. It kills you for sport. Or as in the case of Robin Hood, it also waxes lyrical about. 
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