Something about the play of sunlight on worn stone draws me back.Something that I sort of know, but not quite.
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2007
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July
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- Cross and naughts Sarita Lall folded the tabloid ...
- Chinar Annapurna Shekhawat ran her fingers throug...
- These days I’m back to writing about hills, rain a...
- “Five million euros at LIBOR,” Nikki murmured soft...
- A persian carpet, the finest weave in white silk, ...
- Raindrops shimmer on the windscreen, their shadows...
- She rolled on a draft that came in seawards, usin...
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June
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- I think the most important force that drives human...
- Darfur. Afghanistan. Chad. Sudan. So many places. ...
- To you I wrote all my songs of life and of love T...
- You say: words have meanings. I nod. Sagely, I hop...
- Tell me And I promise not to be a shrew. Atleast I...
- (caution: language) Sweetheart “You didn’t pick ...
- Temple town They stand, still brown framed against...
- Karankey Pruthvi- vayu-tej odhi Chali jaaun tyare ...
- “Enabling.” “How?” “Like annealing. Eutectic point...
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May
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- jhilmil ojhal, sannatey ke rang mrudu hansi komal,...
- “Take the next exit. I need to go to washroom," sh...
- For N and Soleil the books, three languages and tw...
- THE WIND ON MY PALM be happy? the person you once...
- BROWNS harbour road? ugly, I say. quicker, its tru...
- A wrong mail, a cyberspace foul-up. Happens. A mai...
- COLLECTIONS People collect all sorts of things. Ke...
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April
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- Beyond this, what can I do? When all that had to b...
- Now we’re done with talking. Tears throttle. Words...
- for jw~ Write me a love poem, you said. Words are...
- You can get three for ten bucks- plastic mugs with...
- a small town called barsana, trees etched in emera...
- The problem, you see, is with the name. star-cross...
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July
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- Moody Libran. Not very social, cant stand pfaff but you wouldnt know it; Would you care for a nice cup of tea, deah?