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A Life's Diary

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We are cradled with joy and sorrow. For a few more words, hit Burst My Bubble (http://insanitation-bubble-attack.blogspot.com) Photograph. Read. A sharpened pencil with the perks of a fine rubber hat. Pray. Search. Travel. Experiment. Letters. Literature. Golden dusty pages. Caffeinated. Without giving up green tea. Cross Stitch. Paper sews. There has to be 'something'. Math & Philosophy are absolute beauties. Anti Social Social-ist. Sorting. Deconstructing. Relocating. Stalk Tweets and Instagrams But Keep None. Count on untried food. Have more of Wes Anderson. Dada dey baagh and fangirl over all of from his paraphernalia. Guaranteed candies from him. Nano da baraamda (do not pronounce it as veranda) and to the years of not tasting Missi روٹی again. Resident of the city by the sea.
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Bless you and wish you the best of luck. Have a good time – I am using good in the Greek sense. The Greeks had the word ‘kalos’ which meant three things at once – the great, the good & the beautiful – for in their great wisdom they realized that all three were inseparable.

From Patras Bhokari's letter to his son.

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‘I mourn for you Paris, because you are stuck between two of the most destructive forces in the world. Your attackers include terrorists and your supporters comprise of ignorants. A beautiful city like you does not deserve such ugly luck but due to our collective ignorance, we have already allowed many beautiful cities to be reduced to ashes since the start of this century.

Bon courage, France and bon courage, World.’

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I photographed the old photographs. Today around clinging to the people we have been, seizing joy as joyous it must have been. This one is of the cousin with warm brown streaks and chubby rosy cheeks. The last minute partner in roadtripping from early 2000s.

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