"Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kutch Hoye
Mali Seenche So Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye."
Slowly slowly O mind, everything happens in its own pace
The gardener may pour a hundred buckets,
the fruit arrives only in its season.
Kabir 1398-1518
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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- There's No Forgetting (Sonata)
- A suffusion of yellow
- Certes, aujourdh’hui
- And where do we fit in?
- Memory and Fear
- Depersonalization
- Island
- Why isn't everyone creative?
- Nostlagia
- Burn, Burn, Burn
- Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication :)
- Frameless Reality
- Questions
- Fear
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- Certes, aujourdh’hui
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- Liberation
- Mystic
- What's logic got to do with it?
- Silence
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- Nachiketa
- The Five Hundred Gold Pieces
- Madras Central
- Going to take betel nut
- Everything is really FINE!
- Well I've been...
- Pratchett Speak :)
- Liberation
- On Defining Oneself
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