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Genius. Genius. Genius square. Not quite. 37. Genius happy. Not as square. Rounded. Security code orange. Scary. Crazy. Random. Yet kind of philosophical. In a seemingly illogical sort of way. And yet more rational than most. Disturbed. Ecologically balanced. Twice over the meaning of life, the universe and everything. 84. Just that. Love. Crazily fast biking. Sun burn. Chennai. Choco Berry Bang. The ring. Frodo Baggins and Gandalf. Blink is a color. The only one worth having. Dry eyes. Like ice, but more verbal. CO2. Vehicular exhaust. Taliban style head-wrappings. Scary again. Oxygen. Two lakes and a share auto. Heart to heart. Clubbin. Ace of spades. A little gleaming metal. A little super-compressed carbon. Silks. Silken. Absolute tandem. Destiny supreme. Thrice the dec, and then a three, a three and the first of primes. Marc.-
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For ‘me’
“You have changed” One of my close pals observed this evening. “You think so? What way?” I asked. Its been almost a year since we met and here we were, again petering out chronicles of the days bygone. The coffee … Continue reading
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For Appa,who matters
He was used to the routine night shift. Home beckoned. With it , the visage of his tiny replica in the form of a baby girl veiled his vision. Trotting his infamous two wheeler and home way bound, “Twenty three … Continue reading
The boredom business!
Sleep can quite much play hide and seek. There used to be a time when I was quite this hardcore insomniac and the cliched change bowled me over ,when I finally swore to tag myself the ‘sleeper rat’. But unusually … Continue reading
