Fine librariesThe US consulate does not maintain a fine library. In Singaporean terms that is, because I’m not complaining about the quality of their books. The “fine” here comes in brown paper watermarked with Mahatma Gandhi’s face, somewhere in the corner. Return a book late at the US Consulate and the little lady behind the desk will merely give you her best schoolmarm stare and say – I do not jest – “Don’t be late again. It’s not nice.”Fine libraries
Now, conversely, I suspect the British Council Library even tolerates me only because of the moolah I’ve been slipping them – all on the record of course – in lieu of a late book. In fact I suspe
Radha “I want my pot back” “If I give it to you, you’ll go back home.” “And what keeps you here?”Radha
He raised his hands and dove, his yellow touching my eyes stealthy as the forbidden lover. I awoke. Stone walls. Mirror on one wall and clothes and
My heroI am the class's bookworm; one of the creed that brings up the average, makes moms go 'if she can do it, why not you'; glasses clad, ink-stained Hermione Granger. Actually, my friends say I even look like the proverbial bookworm; skinny and long (I could not call myself tall; I was tall. Period.) and hunched over with too many books.My hero
Bookworms, speaking in cliche, reside in the library and nothing interesting happens to them. How did I know this? From the books of course. However, I could not literally live in the library - my mother is a worry wart (we seem a family of worms) - and was riding home on my bicycle one evenin
My SonI paced up and down the corridors of the hospital, waiting like millions of clone Dads all over the world, perhaps even the universe – oh yeah, green alien Dads walking up and down going “Urg gurg mig babyub.” (Incidentally, I wasn’t making much more sense than that myself) – waiting for a nurse in white, to run out Hindi-movie-esque and yell, “It’s a girl.” Of course I had no plan of what to do after that. Do you say thanks to the nurse and politely shake her hand? Do you give her a tip (I mean, she is like a waitress, only she doesn’t serve up burgers she serves babies. Alive kicking, wet, peeing, pooing bundles that will grow up to be BusiMy Son
Myth of the ZodiansThe twelve signs of the zodiac were once beings, who walked the planet in ancient times. The beautiful, shy Virgo, the proud, arrogant Leo, the compassionate, stubbourn Taurus, the witty, capricious Gemini--all twelve signs walked the earth in the early days, and lived together in a small village.Myth of the Zodians
After a time, when humans began populating the world, the zodiacs retreated farther and farther into the wild places, into the horizons. The humans never knew of them, but they felt them, and their seers could see them, and mistook them for what they are known as today. Needless to say, this was quite intriguing to the zodiacs. Gemini
Gosh!!
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I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
- W.E. Henley
~burn-p0etry
[link]
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Have a sushi
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I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
- W.E. Henley
~burn-p0etry
[link]
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Have a sushi
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Have a sushi
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I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
- W.E. Henley
~burn-p0etry
[link]
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Have a sushi
sorry......
a lil outta my mind......
n pretty much insane.......thats wat brings me back to DA.....
u write good......
checked some of ur stuf....
keep up the gud work...
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Survival is hard reality
Life an endless dream..........
*the-zodiac-club
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