Rustic

I think. And so I type.

Saturday, October 4, 2025

Slivers and waves

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Some places are like songs, like music. When you return to a particular location, it takes you back to when you were first there. The feelin...
Monday, September 1, 2025

Heart Glass

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This picture shows a small portion of the compound wall of the house I mostly grew up in. It bears the name of my grandfather on it. The bui...
Sunday, April 5, 2015

Movie theatre

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I once described life to this guy I was riding behind with. I told him that my life was like those minutes inside a movie theatre. Now, I h...
Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Feminine Mystique

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Industrial revolution. Industrial revolution and women. Women during industrial revolution. Working women during industrial revolution...
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Sunday, October 13, 2013

French Windows

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A couple of years ago, I used to ride to work on chilly mornings at 6:30 and annoy the hell out of everyone. Why? I was annoyingly hap...
Sunday, April 7, 2013

Thatha

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Torches. He liked to keep them handy by his pillow. His wallet filled with a wad of money notes under his pillow or the mattress. Boxe...
Sunday, March 3, 2013

That ambiguous, uncertain feeling

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“Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make...
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Bangalore, Karnataka, India
Dreams pave way to the thoughts of the subconscious mind. I'm a drifter in a land of no eternity.
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