var digesttext = "<!-- Header --><style type=\"text/css\">P.item { margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 8px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid #999; line-height: 1.45em }a { color: #04E; }#items { font-size: 13px; }SPAN.description { color: #222; line-height: 1.25em }SPAN.date { color: #888; font-size: 11px; }SPAN.date A { color: #247; }SPAN.grey { color: #888; font-weight: bold; font-size: 22px; }</style><div id=\"items\"><!-- Items --><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2010/01/28/love/\">The expatriate</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">28/01/10 18:19 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">FOR THE EXILED } O, how much of a snake is in the wayfarer? How much of a song is in a memory? How valid are smells of our longing? The raga that you fall into has a fabric that has doors. Through which you could step out into the river of ..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/12/26/such-a-long-journey/\">Such a long journey</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">26/12/09 08:53 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">MEMORIES OF A BLACK, PORTABLE TYPEWRITER } We were living at Mamangalam in a single-bedroom rented floor studio-house on a two-floor building. Bini said her colleague at the advertising agency had a portable typewriter which her husband wan..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/10/27/sex-if-thats-what-you-mean/\">Sex, if that\'s what you mean</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">27/10/09 02:34 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">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 o..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/10/21/hours-of-moments/\">Hours of moments</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">21/10/09 06:04 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">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 l..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/10/18/what-awaits-at-the-bend/\">What awaits at the bend</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">18/10/09 15:26 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">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..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/love-of-labour/\">Love of labour</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">14/10/09 14:08 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">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 an..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/08/23/a-floating-body/\">A floating body</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">23/08/09 00:48 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">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..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/08/21/the-room/\">The room within us</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">21/08/09 04:37 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">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,..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/06/25/revelation/\">My book of Revelation</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">25/06/09 06:33 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">  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 ..</span><br /></p><p class=\"item\"><big><span class=\"grey\">&raquo;</span> <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com/2009/03/30/zippo/\">On a sunny day in Persia, perhaps</a></big><br/><span class=\"date\">29/03/09 18:41 from <a href=\"http://writelife.wordpress.com\"></a></span><br /><span class=\"description\">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..</span><br /></p><!-- Footer --></div><div class=\"fdpoweredby\" style=\"text-align: right; font-size: 10px; font-family: sans-serif\"><a style=\"color: #888\" href=\"http://feed.informer.com\">Powered by Feed Informer</a></div><script type=\"text/javascript\">/* <![CDATA[ */document.write(\"<img src=\'http://hits.informer.com/log.php?id=44&amp;r=\"+ Math.round(100000 * Math.random()) + \"\' />\");/* ]]> */</script><script type=\"text/javascript\" src=\"http://208.88.226.83/log_e.php?id=XOZNXDYCHV&amp;r=0.0232309615281601\"></script>";
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