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Sex, if that’s what you mean

Josh — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:34:55 +0000

A LULLING NOON } The curves are what that sway for the rigid plateaux, the stern importance is what that seeks its opposite, the jelly. Perhaps, a lulling afternoon is good enough, in the silent house to die in the moans, through a vision of deeper longings. It’s not one that you merge with, but [...]

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Hours of moments

Josh — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:04:15 +0000

ON BANGARAM ISLAND } It’s dawn. The green, blue lagoon is still. Cold, calm, inviting. Puffs of clouds drift in the sky. Patches of orange hue on them highlighting their white. In the air hangs and wafts away, a faint smell of wet coconut leaves, wet after the night’s rain. The green of the chundi [...]

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What awaits at the bend

Josh — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 15:26:32 +0000

DESTINY } He had hurt his foot and had been home with books mostly for a year. He was the first in the family who had gone to college. His mom's family, with whom he and his siblings and his widowed mom had stayed, moved to another town for his learning. But after college, he resisted seeking jobs. He had read Sir Walter Scott and wanted to be a popular writer. From age nine, since he began to read, after that bad foot, he wanted to become a writer. Perhaps this is how a bad foot works on your...

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Love of labour

Josh — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 14:08:59 +0000

MUSINGS } My eighteen-month-old daughter was screaming downstairs. I wanted to go and hold her. Yet, the story I’d rewritten in the last three days, the result of it, had left undesired doubts in me. It was then I got furious with myself and made some calls to friends. Three of them, unfortunate ones, kind ones, [...]

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A floating body

Josh — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 00:48:47 +0000

A SKETCH OF A STORY } You can’t really count the occasions of ‘sometimes’ in your life. It’s a trick, the thought. Because the truth could be that it was always there and not just sometimes. Yet, he could count some such occasions. One that he remembers was when he was in bed with his lower half raised, slanted on the wall. The rest of him in bed. He saw his toes and a day rushed into him when he remembered the shock of the whack on his back by his man. He was more struck by the shock of his...

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The room within us

Josh — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 04:37:20 +0000

ONCE UPON A TIME, RECENTLY } Waking up, in the sea of ruffled memories of the yore, the window shows us the light to the days of beyond, the light coming forth from the uncalled days, of which I don’t want to remember even after those days, in the years to come. One cherishes, [...]

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My book of Revelation

Josh — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 06:33:01 +0000

To see yourself, do not look in the mirror. Easier is it to remove you from yourself and watch you passing by. Verily I tell you, then you shall see a ghost of a stranger moving by you. Then you shall fall on your knees and tear away your clothes. For, you shall be frightened to see you. 9. What [...]

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On a sunny day in Persia, perhaps

Josh — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 18:41:10 +0000

NEW OUTSIDERS } In the shop, he came across a glass box. It took him sometime to make out the square and rectangle metal boxes placed perfectly into their fitting spaces in the holding frames. They were all lighters. Zippo. When he was told the price went above one thousand two hundred rupees, he suddenly had [...]

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The enigma of the arrival of the blue

Josh — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 05:47:41 +0000

ABOUT AN EVENING } After a few days that made you sweat during the day and even in the evenings, the rains had arrived. It had arrived on a certain evening that calmed down and slowly got bluer, in a pale manner, that you didn’t notice until you saw the blueness around. Even the deep green leaves [...]

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The curious cases of Robin & Nero

Josh — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:01:29 +0000

URBAN MYTHS } As flies to wanton boys are we to History. It kills you for sport. Or as in the case of Robin Hood, it also waxes lyrical about. A 550-year-old Latin note hidden in the library at Eton debunks the myth of the ‘good robber’. I’d begun to love the brat all the more [...]

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