tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56069195800760942192024-02-08T05:42:23.680+05:30Confessions of a lost female !Random scribblings of a confused soul Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-27445569196226881762018-01-01T02:06:00.000+05:302018-01-01T02:06:11.616+05:30Tata!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am moving.<br />
I am tired of this blog, but I don't want to give up writing.<br />
Not yet.<br />
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See you on the other side of 2018.<br />
Will be posting the link to the new place in a few days time if everything goes as per plan.<br />
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So long.<br />
Cheers!</div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-90964677237552401972017-08-09T00:46:00.001+05:302017-08-09T00:46:23.252+05:30A lady who thinks she is thirty!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Unwillingly Miranda wakes,<br />
Feels the sun with terror,<br />
One unwilling step she takes,<br />
Shuddering to the mirror.<br />
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Miranda in Miranda's sight<br />
Is old and gray and dirty;<br />
Twenty-nine she was last night;<br />
This morning she is thirty.<br />
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Shining like the morning star,<br />
Like the twilight shining,<br />
Haunted by a calendar,<br />
Miranda is a-pining.<br />
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Silly girl, silver girl,<br />
Draw the mirror toward you;<br />
Time who makes the years to whirl<br />
Adorned as he adored you.<br />
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Time is timelessness for you;<br />
Calendars for the human;<br />
What's a year, or thirty, to<br />
Loveliness made woman?<br />
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Oh, Night will not see thirty again,<br />
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;<br />
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--<br />
How old is Spring, Miranda?<br />
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Ogden Nash ❤</div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-21156573021194043412017-03-08T20:52:00.000+05:302017-03-08T20:52:07.293+05:30The one before the last.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I think I know what was needed.</div>
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What was needed was Dr. House. Somebody who could diagnose what was wrong with her rather than the useless young adult who thought we should keep feeding her food. Protein in fact, preferably chicken and egg. </div>
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While we saw her body being eaten alive by microbes, he said it will be fine. She will heal. The antibiotics take time to work. She needs to eat. That's all she needs to do.</div>
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While her body oozed fluids from every tiny pore, he said she needs to be fed. </div>
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While she cried out in pain every time her wounds were dressed, he said it will sting a bit but its healing.</div>
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While the damn microbes were creating havoc all over her, he said she's recovering.</div>
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I lost her.</div>
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I lost her during an emergency surgery at a better hospital. We didn't take her there earlier because the learned ones around me told me I should learn to trust people.</div>
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I am not a doctor. I cannot do a better diagnosis than them. I cannot ask them to take a scan of her swollen belly if they believe its only fluid retention. </div>
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During those sleepless nights, when she told me she's on a journey looking for solace, I thought it was the drugs talking. She said that's the only thing left.</div>
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The nasty germs hadn't got to her brain. She was sane and coherent. She told me I shouldn't get upset over little things.</div>
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When I said goodbye to her in the ICU before she was taken to the operation theater for that surgery which could take her life, I knew it would be the last time I would ever see her alive. She asked me why I had a grin plastered on my face. I told her its because I am happy to see her. I did not want to scare her. I told her she is going to be perfectly fine and that she will not feel any pain later. I was telling the truth. She never felt any pain. Later and forever.</div>
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I don't know if you have ever been waiting outside an OT when there's a Code Blue announced in the hospital. There's panic, there are a dozen people running about. You get this sinking feeling that they are still trying to save her but they might fail.</div>
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They failed. They told us they tried for twenty minutes. Her heart failed. It quit. It was tired of trying.</div>
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Someday we will all quit. Sooner or later.</div>
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The doctors were sorry. Everyone in the lobby was sorry. I didn't understand what they were sorry for. Giving her solace? Helping her die with dignity?</div>
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It would have been worse if she'd made it through the surgery. Countless days in isolation. Quarantined in the ICU. Pain. Medications. Tubes all over the place.</div>
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I had always wondered how you know when to let go. You don't. There's no little voice in your head telling you to let go.</div>
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Those years of sleepless nights feeling helpless because you cannot do anything to help her live pain free. Those times when you speak to her and realize how strong she is in spite of being unable to even get up from the bed on her own. That reassuring smile even while she's being ripped apart by pain inside just so that you don't get upset. The countless times you shouted at her for asking you to eat and take care of yourself.</div>
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My mother never complained. She prayed to some invisible power asking for salvation, probably. I will never know if her prayers bore fruit. I might choose to think it the lethal bacteria infecting her body that helped her.</div>
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The cause of death was reported to be necrotising fascitis. 'Flesh eating bacteria' invading the system, like pacman, eating away everything on its path. The bacteria must have entered the body thorough an initial flesh wound and negligence of the initial doctors in treating her. It was a nosocomial infection, hospital acquired, in layman terms.</div>
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I had to write this, for posterity's sake. I am scared I will forget all this later. Like I am scared I will forget her face. How she used to sound like. How the hugs felt. How comforting it was to lie beside her.</div>
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I remember the kisses. Especially the last one, before she turned cold, from inside the ICU. You wouldn't know she was no more. It felt like watching her sleep. She had not slept for 7 days before that. I was relieved to see her sleep. I almost didn't notice that she was so sound asleep that she wasn't even breathing. She was at peace. </div>
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I am at peace. Or so I try to convince myself every single day. </div>
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Yes, we learn to live with loss. It's not hard. Because that's the only thing you can do. </div>
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-63797031307718369842016-11-04T07:16:00.001+05:302016-11-04T07:16:48.889+05:30Acceptance!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Prisma, because nothing is real anymore. It's all a memory. </td></tr>
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Because every day is Mother's day.<br />
Because I cannot even begin to tell you how much I miss you.<br />
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I lost my mother. My best friend. My confidant. My mentor.<br />
I understand it takes a lot to bring up a child and I promise I will never let you down.<br />
I am sorry I will not be able to make you smile again.<br />
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I will survive. All those you left behind will. Thanks to the strongest person we have all known in our lives.<br />
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P.S: To you, who said I truly loved only her. It is true. I was being very selfish regarding her. I have no regrets. </div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-69459124959262659512016-10-06T01:04:00.000+05:302016-10-06T01:07:01.799+05:30The View!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So said the grass to the rocks, 'Make some space for me. I want to live looking at the bright,blue sea'.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Symbiosis, perhaps.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I certainly envy them for the view.</span><br />
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-78745563773609324292016-10-05T00:32:00.001+05:302016-10-05T00:38:28.236+05:30Fragility<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Someplace near Beypore, Calicut</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just sometimes, we need to see things to remind us of the fragility of life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How fragile everything around us is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">People and possessions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The human body and the mind alike.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">No wonder they call it the web of life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Somebody once said I am entangled in a web I created around myself. Don't we all have our safety nets? Our fallback options. Those strings that can pull us back if we wander too far.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I suffer from severe arachnophobia, but I have to admit. Some spider has been working its ass off making this beautiful web.</span></div>
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-12342595305681873802016-06-17T00:24:00.001+05:302016-06-17T15:06:22.314+05:30Flamboyance!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The fact that it has fallen,</div>
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and lies in wait to be trodden,</div>
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did<span style="text-align: center;"> nothing to diminish it's flamboyance.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">P.S: Apparently, my 100th published post. Who's been counting anyway? </span></div>
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-11037883586176839602016-06-04T01:08:00.001+05:302016-06-05T22:16:15.288+05:30The sea.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am the sea and the sea is me,</div>
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In the deafening silence during moments of solitude </div>
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And the roaring lashes of my mood swings.</div>
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-9037792846106127752016-03-16T15:21:00.000+05:302016-03-16T15:23:46.002+05:30Fifty Shades of me.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I will come for you as you lie awake</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Squeezing your eyes shut</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Oblivious that the world inside</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Is sinister than the darkness you see outside</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I will watch you toss and turn</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You know there is nowhere you can go</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Squirm and scream if you must</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But I am never letting you go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I shall revel in the knowledge</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That you will always do my bidding</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tell me your deep, dark secrets</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That you never want to talk about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Give me the key to your thoughts </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Allow me to set you free</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I shall be your hero</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And take away all the pain</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>"The monsters in your head </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>are frightening for the very same reason </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>everyone believes they should not be, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>they aren’t real, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>because day in and day out </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>you must live with the knowledge </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>that your own mind is working against you, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>whispering dark things in the middle of the night, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>disobeying your desperate cries to stop, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>your own mind is a murderous adversary, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>an enemy under your own skin,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>and nothing is quite so terrifying</i>." </span><br />
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-53334794631563627902016-03-12T00:16:00.000+05:302016-03-12T00:17:01.904+05:30The Crescendo!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I asked him to play tonight. I wanted to hear him play.<br />
It was always a soothing rhythm. Something that helped me reinforce my convictions. That everything around me is wonderful. It masks out all the noise around, the thoughts gnawing at the back of my mind, on the rickety shelves I no longer bother to dust. The bottled memories often clink, trying to catch my attention. I pay no heed because I cannot afford to get lost in their scent anymore. The smell of tobacco flowers, my favorite scent. Tuberose and lily of the valley; a whiff of my comfort zone.<br />
I was lost in thoughts. He kept playing. The music felt strange tonight. There was a subtle change which I could faintly discern. And it got better. And beautiful. It made me want to sing along with him. I was at a loss for words, I had never bothered to sing before.<br />
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The tempo was rising.I couldn't stop the tears. The music rattled the shelves and brought all the bottles down. There was a multitude of emotions, there was the green grass we once laid upon, the pretty rainbow I loved as a child, the ocean you took me to see, the stolen kisses, the big bright moon, the tight hugs and the forgotten goodbyes, the stray hair on my forehead you brushed away. There were shades of red- the cards, the balloons and the blood.<br />
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And then it started. The downpour I had been waiting for. He was playing away, blind to the waves he was sending across my way. The tears ran down my cheeks. It was beautiful, like never before. The memories which caused all the havoc stood silently watching me cry. They had finally reached out to me.<br />
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We think the longing ends. But it doesn't. It finds a new language. Sneaks on us from behind." - From Labyrinths, by Philips John.</div>
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-86253151508385130902016-03-10T23:55:00.000+05:302016-03-10T23:55:05.640+05:30Maybe that's us.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-71723825531037673142016-02-27T17:26:00.000+05:302016-02-27T17:26:03.726+05:30The Postcard!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Something I have not received in a really, really long time. Hell! I don't think I have even been sent a postcard.<br />
So, this is a postcard from Brugge, Belgium. And its special. I have a feeling I am going to treasure it for a long time to come. </div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-64113259878870103862016-01-28T20:37:00.001+05:302016-01-28T20:37:11.696+05:30For the love of ruins..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-53274220346868540732016-01-09T00:28:00.000+05:302016-01-09T00:28:00.982+05:30Random Musings #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
1. I will do anything for Lindt. Esp Lindor truffles. The extra dark ones. Mmmmmm... <div>
2. I don't understand why I don't write often. Writing is good. Writing is therapy, at least for me. </div>
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3. Marriage is not the reason why I don't write. I don't think getting married has changed the person I am. Marriage, for me has been settling with a roommate for life. A roommate who you can take for granted ; who will take care of you when you are sick and not run away seeing you puke; who will lend you money unconditionally; who is a guinea pig in your culinary experiments. </div>
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4. I used to be the 'vivere senza rimpianti' person. I still am or am I not? Well, nobody regrets stuff that brought them happiness, so do they have the right to complain about the stuff that made them sad? Does this even make sense? :D</div>
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5.The INTERVIEW is next week. It could be a life changing day or not. Either way, I am going to make the most out of it.</div>
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6. I got myself a Fitbit and I am glad I did. </div>
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7. An aunt passed away last month, a friend gave birth to a kid. The end of an era, the birth of a family. Life goes on.</div>
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8. I still love the ocean, my vital Vitamin SEA; pun intended. It makes my mind go blank, its like meditation, I lose control over my brain. All thoughts gone and I can focus on the waves.</div>
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-87465161874822340902015-12-30T01:04:00.004+05:302015-12-30T01:04:53.987+05:30A Scary thought!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-90265781580503226452015-11-06T23:58:00.004+05:302015-12-28T16:30:10.263+05:30The clouds are lovely, dark and blue!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-9848569350512250492015-10-05T13:36:00.000+05:302015-12-28T16:28:46.740+05:30Together we are beautiful !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We are so beautiful</div>
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I am the rain, he is the sun</div>
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And now we have made a rainbow</div>
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I think its beautiful</div>
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It's really beautiful</div>
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(Together we are beautiful, Fern Kinney)</div>
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-27361327397703283442015-09-25T00:57:00.001+05:302015-12-28T17:01:14.726+05:30I love being tethered to you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was once a free bird</div>
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Swinging and swaying</div>
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And gliding with the flow</div>
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Following every little breeze I saw</div>
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I wasn't sure about being tied down<br />
Until you came along one day</div>
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With promises of being together in sorrow and joy</div>
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And riding life with you by my side</div>
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The waves tug at me every now and then</div>
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With tales of places and wonders unseen</div>
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The wind caresses and pulls me along</div>
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For the briefest of flings, he says</div>
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But for now,I am happy here</div>
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I am glad I stayed<br />
Just take me along,wherever you go</div>
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I love being tethered to you.<br />
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For Elizabeth Noble, who was today's inspiration to write :)</div>
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These are cancer cells. Under a fluorescent Microscope.<br />
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And the twins you see nearby are the crazy bastards dividing.</div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-4724446457762975252015-08-12T23:34:00.000+05:302015-08-12T23:34:39.022+05:30Birthday Blues<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Birthdays aren't special anymore. And that's sad. Now I think I know how you felt.<br />
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<b>Birthday Blues</b><br />
(Noun Phrase) A general sadness or feeling down by a person on or around his birthday. The factors that can cause this include:<br />
- Being upset at officially aging another year.<br />
- Being disappointed or not having expectations met by a birthday celebration or gifts.<br />
- Being unsatisfied with accomplishments since the previous birthday.<br />
A person dealing with birthday blues has the right to feel the way she does on her birthday and her family and friends should make sure she knows she is loved and appreciated.<br />
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I just googled this and it made me smile :) So yay! I am not feeling blue anymore.<br />
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P.P.S : Birthdays should be red. Red Balloons. A Red card. Red flowers. Or even a note, it needn't be red.</div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-79497150891435626702015-07-27T13:22:00.000+05:302015-07-31T14:24:56.011+05:30Loneliness, the ultimate antagonist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">Leaving her all alone in the theater,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">The protagonist and the villain</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">Went for a coffee during the intermission </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">The leading lady sensed lonesomeness,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">In the emptiness of the seats before her</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">And hunger,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">Seeing all the popcorn strewn around</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">The cacophony of gun shots startled her</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">She strained her ears </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">And heard people running around,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">Their muffled, helpless cries.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">And then, there was silence</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">Ominous silence.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">She waited in fear,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">Looking at the closed doors</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">Blissfully ignorant of whatever happened.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">But no one returned.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">And then that thought crossed her mind</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.0799999237061px;">She hoped at least the villain would come back for her.</span></span></div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-60695385251947723542015-03-28T15:04:00.002+05:302015-03-28T15:04:38.511+05:30Random Retrica snaps<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One of the rare times that I get to take snaps of the sun rising.<br />
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Alappuzha!</div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-47417692668402146272015-03-28T00:05:00.001+05:302015-03-28T00:06:41.079+05:30Happiness !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Happiness is a good book or two or three. Thank you Amazon! for the prompt service.</div>
Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-91731161977047175712015-03-26T01:32:00.003+05:302015-03-26T01:32:57.613+05:30Random Musings #1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It always feels good to write. It doesn't even matter if there is no one reading it. I have written for myself for a long time and then, for the someone who I knew would read it and then I had some who used to actually read my blog and now there is me again.<br />
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Writing a post yesterday, after so long;did me good. I made a long overdue list of the books I wanted to read. Downloaded a couple of them, no that does not make me a bad person. I understand the author deserves to be paid for their work but I can't afford buying all the books I want to read. There's 'Life after Life' by Kate Atkinson; Kartography, Lila. I ordered a few books online and trust me, there was absolutely no guilt ! They are BOOKS ! There is Dozakhnama, Inga and one more. I have made it my priority to cover a lot of Indian literature. They are hard to find online; but I always find them worth their weight in gold. Take Jhumpa Lahiri, for eg. and Anita Nair ! And No! I was not talking about Ravinder Singh or Chetan Bhagat either.<br />
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I have always wanted to go into Scientific Writing and there is this workshop coming up which I badly,badly want to attend. The number of participants is restricted to ten, which reminds me, I am yet to work on my CV and the statement,which will explain to the workshop organizers on why the workshop is so much important to me.<br />
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I guess a blog can work as a photo diary too. Its something I have wanted to try for long.<br />
For instance,<br />
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That's the 'Silver Owl' I spotted at Calicut Beach one night at midnight. I have named him Robin and he's the cutest owl I have ever seen, inspite of the fact that he is the first.The beach is always serene and Robin adds to the charm. Not to forget the 'tropical fruits in brine'.<br />
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This is a shot from the 'paavakuthu' I saw at a temple recently. People talk about lost arts. It is definitely worth noting the point that the audience comprised of two people, the security guard at the temple and a stray dog.<br />
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That's the first Kathakali I saw 'live'. It was mesmerizing. The colors, the song, the expressions and no, I could not relate the written script to what I saw before me.<br />
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Thats the first time I tasted fried ice cream, it is #1 on my list of favorite desserts for now.<br />
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Honeycomb tree ? Another first.<br />
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And finally, Aswin and Akhil at Kerala Tourism's plastic free zone at Wayanad.<br />
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That's all folks! More later.<br />
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Lakshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265878848257776523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606919580076094219.post-2376988789048384262015-03-25T01:45:00.003+05:302015-03-25T01:45:57.388+05:30Reflection(s)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I did a 'reflection' for an online course I took up earlier this month. The 'reflection' earned me a lot of credits, my peer reviews were really good. The 'reflection' was on what I learnt from the course, well, technically, what I found intriguing; what is my take home message from the class. It was open courseware and I earned a Honor code certificate, whatever that means.<br />
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'Its one of those nights.'<br />
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Sleep evades me, my hormones are having a party. I am craving a high. I tried reading, my mind wandered. Writing always demands my complete attention. I have just located a few ebooks I badly wanted to read. I rarely read anymore. Reading requires patience and focus, both of which I lack.<br />
Recent events hover at the back of my head as I begin to write.<br />
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I am still waiting to meet someone who is not a hypocrite.<br />
I so badly want to travel.<br />
I am really really tired of what I have been doing for the past 4 years and want it done and over with asap.<br />
The kind Ms Irani has hiked my fellowship which is the ONLY reason I am still here. I would be jobless otherwise.<br />
'Re search' is not as cool as it sounds, definitely not easy.<br />
I want to get rid of all my friends on my social networking sites and enjoy the space. I think I am turning into a narcissist and I don't think I mind.<br />
Family sure deserves your priority, no matter what. You may laugh at my 'reflection' right now, but I am telling you, its true !<br />
Everyone should be given a second chance.<br />
Eat like no one's watching. You owe it to yourself :D<br />
Do things that give you the adrenaline rush. No one else can do it for you.<br />
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I forgot why I started writing this post in the first place. That's enough of the 'reflection' for now. </div>
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