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The Little Grey Squiggles.: April 2012
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Saturday, April 21, 2012. The desert sands can do strange things to a person. The grains burrow deep into your skin to lend your face a timeless quality. The old man squatting opposite us was around ninety, but he looked older than anyone I had ever seen. Underneath a pair of bushy eyebrows, his eyes still retained sparks of a long forgotten fire. 8220;We never had enough water in those days. There was only one well, many kilometres away. People would walk there and sta...8220;...
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: Home, sweet soul
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Monday, April 16, 2012. Home, sweet soul. The city is lies, deceit and pretend humane. It is a complex machine of sorts, masquerading with a human face, a familiar place. It lulls its unknowing people into a complacent nap. Everything is alright because I am a happy place with a smiling face. Believe in me and the buildings that you see around you. You are mistaken. Behind those shut windows are not soulless souls who pretend to live. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: March 2012
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Six little bricks made up the tiny hut. Some were crumbly and some were not. I lived inside and hoped that the strong ones would stand. One day, they all fell down on me. And covered me with a layer of fine dust. I stood up and realised. It wasn’t so bad after all. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 8220;What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.”. View my complete profile. With a dash of salt.
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: After listening to Porcupine Tree.
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Monday, May 27, 2013. After listening to Porcupine Tree. It’s been a long time since I have loved you. I guess with after so many years and so many other faces, I have somehow started forgetting how it feels to have felt for you. After all, even intensity needs practice. Yes, it’s definitely been a long time. I guess loving is also a habit, isn’t it? Sometimes, I am not even sure. Sure of whether it’s your face behind all that’s been happening to me. That sc...Will I be able to...
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: Written long ago.
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Saturday, April 21, 2012. Sometimes, the words don’t look the same. The same everyday words mutate into twisted creatures from a desolate netherland. That dark land is inside your head, painting your nerves and brains with a riot of colours. Do you think he will leave your head? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8220;What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.”. View my complete profile. The Little Grey Squiggles.
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The Little Grey Squiggles.: “unforgetting”
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The Little Grey Squiggles. Saturday, April 21, 2012. The desert sands can do strange things to a person. The grains burrow deep into your skin to lend your face a timeless quality. The old man squatting opposite us was around ninety, but he looked older than anyone I had ever seen. Underneath a pair of bushy eyebrows, his eyes still retained sparks of a long forgotten fire. 8220;We never had enough water in those days. There was only one well, many kilometres away. People would walk there and sta...8220;...
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July | 2009 |
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You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one…. Kashmir Diaries: The Synopsis! July 22, 2009. 1) There are rare places in kashmir where you will not see mountains. These mountains are lush green, snowy white or industrial grey depending on the type of rock, climate etc. Each of the 3 type are more beautiful than the other, leaving you completely confused, but happily so…. 2) When there aren’t mountains, there are meadows, like the ones we saw in Gulmarg (which literally translates into. Mota Mota, ...
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You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one…. September 26, 2014. Remember the time you first felt it? The little funny feeling in your stomach, the little hazy feeling in your head, and that little place in your mind that was far away from reality, where the world was exactly the imperfect and beautiful place you wanted it to be. You panicked. Ran amuck. Raised hell. Everything, anything to not feel/be in this place again. No! This must end. Go! And between the reality of closed doors and aspira...
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You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one…. March 11, 2014. March 11, 2014. Why do things become true only in the grip of desperation? Who has turned the world around this way, so that the truth must be on the dark side, and the repulsive swamp of forsaken humanity is the only loathsome earth in which there grows the only thing that is not a lie? Whose truth is this? Is this a truth for us? Ocean Sea, Alessandro Baricco). Mirror Mirror On The Wall. Patching Up With Words →. Rumination, confessi...
