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2002 – The Present.
It is
raining heavily. The sky appears to have thrown across itself a shawl made of
deep grey wool. I am running on my toes towards the river bank with my blue
rubber sandal tucked in the curl of my fingers and a diary held against my
chest. Each running step landing on the rain soaked earth kicks up innumerable
droplets of mud that splatters onto the rolled up trouser of mine, creating an
untidy mosaic. My body has given...
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"I have known music to be her timeless reverberation in a forlorn corner of my soul; just when life was closing down upon me with its pangs of haunting silence."
"Hope is the point the 'world within' comes to an equilibrium with the 'world around'."
"The cold that my body feels can be comforted by pullovers of our choices.
It is the winter that comes back each year, inevitably; is how we are connected on the face of time. A sweet suffering of forever..."
"My poverty, I know, was glamorous because trading you, my love, for a better life is outright heinous."
"Love was the day when she drank and I felt quenched."
"Life, ever since, had been one gripping tale. Your happening gave it a genre."
"Want is the soul's desire. Need, the mind's crave. Love, thus, I believe, is a bit of both."
"Art is how you lie to the world without ever feeling sinned."
"Sorrow is true and beyond the powers of healing, when you can taste the oceans on your lips."
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