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By flamy at 12/02/2009 - 03:19
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Yesterday was one of the most sacred trips I’ve ever been on with Mary Jane.
I regressed into childhood. I was there. I was one with that child. It was as if I had traveled back in time. I wasn’t just privy to the thoughts of that child, it was more full-on than that. I was the child. I could feel what he was feeling, hear no, think his thoughts and see the myriad images that we all see in our heads when we are a new and young life on this earth.
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By The Outsider at 11/10/2009 - 18:07
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Sitting on the porch and smoking a cigarette as I watch boats drift by on the Hudson, the mind if sometime captured by old memories. Not that those memories have anything to do with the Hudson or a cigarette, but you know how the mind some time wanders aimlessly.....or do you......maybe it's just my mind. The trail would start from the ash falling on my hand in the breeze as I impetuously shake it, make itself through an incongruous chain, if there is such a thing, and end up in Lucknow.
I would be shadow batting on the roof of our ancestral home in temperatures rising upwards of 40 Celsius after having fooled Amma that I was taking my afternoon nap. There was still homework to do, but that was never too much of a problem. A couple of hours in the evening was usually good enough.
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By flamy at 11/09/2008 - 17:06
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The sun was shining as bright as the eyes of the little boy who had just hatched a plan to catch his brother masturbating: mischievous and full of innocent malice. A whiff of ice-cold air whipped him and took his breath away as he stepped out of the air-conditioned airport. The sun was still as bright, only now it was snickering with delight and hiding behind a flimsy cloud. The sky was pure - more pure than he had ever seen.
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By The Outsider at 07/13/2008 - 02:38
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It's always difficult to make a start - more so I guess to start a blog. What should the first entry be about? Will people be able to read it till completion? Will they bother coming back to read my blog again? There are just so many things that can be written on a blog - it's one of the most wonderful creations of the online world because it's not restricted by the number of words that you need to fit in a blog, nor the content which doesn't adhere to a predefined theme. The possibilities are countless and the freedom immense. Perhaps, that's the best and worst part about a blog. Without a theme it's difficult to make a start.
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By Dhondy at 07/10/2008 - 06:03
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As you get older and more cantankerous, you can't be bothered to sit around, waiting for people to reply to your rather nostalgic, sometimes despairing posts. Hence I thought of this blog idea.
ICF being my passion, I have stubbornly resisted the idea of starting an independent blog. Actually, I did succumb once, but didn't give the URL to a single soul. There are 200 or so hits on it- all mine, or at least that's what I think.
Here's my refuge from the bad ole world then. Any ideas that crop into my mind, I'll drop in here. If you want to read, you are welcome. Don't feel obliged though. I can be the greatest of narcissists when it suits me- all in love with my own lil self.
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