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They say heaven is a place where there are rivers of milk and honey, trees abundant with the juiciest fruits, houses that resemble palaces, and everyone is joyous all the time. (Never in my life have I heard about the 72 virgins theory, just FYI.) There's a heaven seven skies above us, apparently, and one... Continue Reading →

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#1

I've been having trouble with forgiveness. It's just not my greatest strength these days. I suspect that it's the root of having most things stuck up where they are. I fear that what I write here will be used against me, as it has been done in the past. There's no forgiveness for people trespassing... Continue Reading →

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Let There be Space

Locked up for more than nine months, there are thoughts in their mind that have outgrown their stay, festered, and even forgotten. I've not gotten them out. And even if I have, they've been so poorly said that their magnificence or their decadence has not been properly acknowledged. It's time that I break the chains.... Continue Reading →

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Time Travel

I don't think I want to travel by plane anymore. I've taken too many flights recently. They speed up time. I want to take a train to the North next. It will change soil every few hours. It will slow down time.

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Bringing out the Microscope

John Steinbeck's novel, The Grapes of Wrath has been lying on my table(s) for a few weeks now. It's a long read, punctuated with lots of dust, chapters that scribble a picture from words, and slowly describe the migration of the Joad family. According to a Brainpicking's post, Steinbeck kept a diary while writing this... Continue Reading →

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Conversations and Chai

[et_pb_section fullwidth="on" specialty="off"][et_pb_fullwidth_post_title admin_label="Fullwidth Post Title" title="on" meta="on" author="on" date="on" categories="on" comments="on" featured_image="on" featured_placement="background" parallax_effect="on" parallax_method="off" text_orientation="center" text_color="dark" text_background="off" text_bg_color="rgba(255,255,255,0.9)" module_bg_color="rgba(255,255,255,0)" title_all_caps="off" use_border_color="off" border_color="#ffffff" border_style="solid" title_text_color="#ffffff" /][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text admin_label="Text"] There is love; beneath the cackle, irrational dispositions, chipped nail polish and even in unanswered calls for saving. There is love; forgotten in the words that... Continue Reading →

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Platform No. 1

In the evening, I was sitting at the platform, waiting for the train, and reading The Grapes of Wrath. I was feeling a little happy with myself for having brushed off temptation and done what was uncomfortable, but the thing I had decided. Suddenly a girl came up to me, pointed at the off-white t-shirt... Continue Reading →

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