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The one about obscure joys and sorrows
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Continue reading →: The one about obscure joys and sorrowsI’m listening to the Wicked Game by Chris Isaak. The song that plays when Ross and Rachel are in the planetarium on their first date. (If you don’t know who they are we can’t be friends) Mushy mushy mushy. I love his voice. This song is so romantic. It makes…
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Continue reading →: ‘Cause I’ve got a peaceful, easy feeling :)
A few days back a friend visited the campus and he made me look at my campus in awe all over again, through the eyes of an outsider. I live in the kind of place where people pay thousands of rupees to go vacationing to. I have been dabbling into…
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Continue reading →: Same story, different place
We have all read the news today, and are all experiencing the same feelings yet again: shock, revulsion, fury and déjà vu. A 23-year-old woman was raped at Shakti Mills compound in Mumbai. No, she was not wearing a short dress. It was not late at night. She was not…
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Continue reading →: Possum :3
It is a typical rainy night in Lavale. The kind which depresses you, fuels your poetic side, or simply makes you want to curl up in bed with a book. But mostly it just makes you want to sleep. A lot. I have been listening to Amit Trivedi’s music, and…
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Continue reading →: Our time is running out
The concept of time is a funny one. We have divided our lives into seconds, minutes, hours, days. We count our age as the years pass us by. We desperately wish to never grow older than 30. We make time tables, calenders and five-year plans. We celebrate anniversaries, birthdays and…
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