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Okay, not really. But first of all, congratulations to all who survived 2015; hope to see you on the other end of 2016; unscratched. Second of all, apologies for my absence from the blog. I was travelling, and as it turns out I still can’t plan in advance, whenever
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Come with me, you had said. Come. Love. Live. I’m not the ordinary, the same, the mundane. I’m a poet, a writer, a lover. I’ll teach you what love is, I’ll shower you in prose, make you my muse. What happened to that? I ask you,
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I reached a milestone with my last post here. It was my fiftieth post on this blog, and I felt I had to write about that; to commensurate it. It is important after all, to celebrate the big, and the small. Fifty is not that big a number if you
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There are days, when, you question things, not the good things, no… you question yourself, and your doings… If what you are doing makes any sense? If you should continue doing what you are doing? Are you special, or is it just a product of the times that you live
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Okay, so I messed up this weekend. See, it was my birthday, and a couple of other things, which left me with little to no time to write something. I know that I should have planned ahead, but that’s not me. And that is bad, evidently, as I have
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Hi love, Can I call you that? I know I want to. I don’t know what this is. Maybe, you’d prefer looking at me, sitting across from me, sipping on a cup of coffee, and hear me talk. But I find letters intimate, reminiscent of a time, when
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It was easier this time around; thinking about the thing to write about this week. It happened naturally enough; you see I had just finished writing the eleventh chapter. And so, it was quite clear that I was going back to writing about writing. Also, I’m using a lot
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Today, the day I begin writing this post that is, is a Saturday. The plan, you see, is, or rather was, to have finished writing the first draft of the current week’s post by this point. That, however, did not happen this time around. You see, the week started
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This Monday, as I was walking in my society-complex; I began thinking about the next blog post. See, after the last post, I had decided to keep this regular, except for when I was travelling, or some other ‘Hey-I’m-here!’ thing which would have me away from my laptop, and
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If I decided to list out all the times I have taken a break from blogging, and started linking them out here, then in addition to it being a pretty long list, it would also be a fairly time-consuming and boring task. And time, and attention are too things, I
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There are a couple of reasons why people choose to follow you. You either fill them with money, or you fill them with ideas. Your ideas.
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There are some books, which when you’ve finished reading, make you want to write all that much more! They remind why is it exactly that you are doing what you are doing! Writing books, is not a pleasant process! Fahrenheit 451 was one such book. It was art. It