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In First Person
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Tuesday, December 09, 2014. I feel the choices I make intuitively are always the right ones. I also wonder if there is a sexual dimorphism in this cognitive ability. Or if there is a specific brain-area, dedicated to this art. Can one be trained to be intuitive or is this an innate ability? On a completely (un)related topic, I am glad I broke up with a certain former boyfriend. Was a royal save. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I feel so incredibly lucky to be in this place. To.
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In First Person: May 2015
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Saturday, May 02, 2015. He is named Ostrich. When he is not sick. When he is sick, he is Guacamole. He calls me Vanilla Bean. When he is particularly full of mush, I am 'Sweet' Vanilla Bean. Our stuffed animals have strong personalities - Piggy and Fox, and Fuzz. Piggy is an American rock-star (so Piggy thinks) with a long fan-following of hot women. Fox is German, and quiet. Fuzz is currently writing a romantic novel. We are five-year-olds as far as mental age is concerned. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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In First Person
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Saturday, May 02, 2015. He is named Ostrich. When he is not sick. When he is sick, he is Guacamole. He calls me Vanilla Bean. When he is particularly full of mush, I am 'Sweet' Vanilla Bean. Our stuffed animals have strong personalities - Piggy and Fox, and Fuzz. Piggy is an American rock-star (so Piggy thinks) with a long fan-following of hot women. Fox is German, and quiet. Fuzz is currently writing a romantic novel. We are five-year-olds as far as mental age is concerned. Calcutta, West Bengal, India.
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In First Person: February 2014
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Thursday, February 27, 2014. Words have left me I think. Long, long ago, quietly, secretly, slowly,. Leaving word shaped holes in my vocabulary. I only have silences in my blood now,. And some empty aches inside my throat. And you know poetry. Silences in blood and empty. Needs words, thoughts, passion,. Music, patience, blood, sweat, love. And, of course, every time,. A little bit of the soul. Little black curly haired kid. How crazy are you? Look, I worry about you. Long after it left your tender lips?
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In First Person
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Friday, December 12, 2014. I cannot believe that I have at least partially lived some dreams I have had since I was ten. In trying to understand how the brain works. Or working with some incredibly cultivated, intelligent and creative people. And, traveling to places I had touched with fingertips in atlases, from that dilapidated house in Kolkata that was once home. And I have got a feeling for both the horror and wonder of doing research. How draining, but how addictive. Calcutta, West Bengal, India.
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In First Person: March 2014
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Monday, March 31, 2014. You feel like home. That attic in my house in Calcutta,. Where I made bucket-lists. And touched atlases with finger-tips. And dreamed of traveling to. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You feel like home. That attic in my house in Calc. Calcutta, West Bengal, India. A random, incoherent, coincidental, ludricous cocktail of nucleotides, proteins and thoughts. View my complete profile.
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In First Person: June 2014
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Monday, June 30, 2014. Last time I had cried like this incessantly, was when I was in India a month and a half ago, looking at the little rectangles of blue sky through the grills of the old window by our bed. I remember whenever my gasps were no longer quiet, mum or sister would wake up to run their fingers through my hair, because words were so far away to reach. Since I returned, whenever I see my tree, I think of dad. Will I see his hair next December? Will I run my fingers through it? My heart, I wa...
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In First Person
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Saturday, September 13, 2014. Life is worth living. Life is worth living because of crab cakes and Ingmar Bergman films. And because of love, art, words, poetry, books, people, and because of Curiosity. And for places like Kanchenjunga and Bryce Canyon and Schladming and Wadi Rum Desert and Sagrada Familia. Life is worth living for the miracles that happen everyday. And I swear I shall keep telling you these until you and I believe in them. Or, let's say, until we die. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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In First Person
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Tuesday, December 09, 2014. Things are quickly disappearing. I cannot remember which cheek it was,. Or the color of that biscuit wrapper,. Only how your eyes swelled, reading Kamala Das. I only remember some sounds and smells. The road has disappeared from my memory. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I feel so incredibly lucky to be in this place. To. Things are quickly disappearing.I cannot remember . I remember a little piece of evening. We were cro. I feel the choices I make intuitively are always t.
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In First Person: December 2014
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Friday, December 12, 2014. I cannot believe that I have at least partially lived some dreams I have had since I was ten. In trying to understand how the brain works. Or working with some incredibly cultivated, intelligent and creative people. And, traveling to places I had touched with fingertips in atlases, from that dilapidated house in Kolkata that was once home. And I have got a feeling for both the horror and wonder of doing research. How draining, but how addictive. Tuesday, December 09, 2014.
