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Nobody gifts singing telegram these days. It's as rare as a beached whale, but you know, you don't know the everyday. Minutes of firework display is worth a year, or even a decade. Of wait. The city is so restless these days, gridlocks here and there, malls jampacked like  the old UP enlistment week. Plus the smell. Also, maybe everyone's getting ( Read more... )

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Rabindranath Tagore, Sir:

A chalky bust of your profile sits on my desk everyday. I think I have inherited it from the varied paperweights of this office, decades ago. It is not at all windy here sir; last year, they pulled out the aircon so come summer it will be terribly hot as Bengal. Sometimes, to amuse myself, I talk to the curtain on my ( Read more... )

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by Samuel Beckett

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why not merely the despaired of
occasion of
wordshed

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
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