Saali Khushi

The song remains the same.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Crinkly eyes and dramatic voices.

Posted by Pink Moon at 6:11 PM

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Since I cannot even write a sentence these days and it makes me sad and doubtfull and infinitely restless, here is a children's story I...
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About ten minutes back I had one of those moments in which you forget about your life and are seized by an epiphanic happiness that cannot b...
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There is no civilized way to eat a mango. None that is fun, at-least. Make way for my current favorite person (alive)
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I'm struggling to get through my critical reading of 1984. Reading is hectic being a literature student. Sentences erupt into different...
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The Indian middle class society is the most interesting and least generic section of the population. We struggle between aspirations and rea...
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It's Saturday Night and I can't feel it getting hot. After making and re-making several plans with my friends for regular weekend ge...
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I tried really hard to hate him. On new years while sulking in a corner drinking from a bottle of whiskey I remember hearing 'Baby Baby...
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It's finally cold and I'm suffering, yet ecstatic. It's Winter now which means whiskey and beds and Nick Drake and emerging thro...
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Sometime this week I found something I wrote when I was about nine. It might be a made up episode of the smurfs. I've edited the languag...
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Since the sixteenth of may I have not had a silent moment in the house. Today for the first time in almost twenty days or more, I walked int...