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1. A black fish is swimming in aquarium. A lone fish.

2. A girl comes to watch us study. I call her by name and she goes upstairs.

3. A man called Hari on a red TVS bike. Outside Narasimha temple.

4. A man who was searching for something. A torch with another.

5. Krishna. Hari.

6. Monkeys. I bowl an over and a ball. Seven balls. After that I practice catching and the ball enters the pavilion. The place where they practice laughing.

7. That place is locked. The ball once went to its roof. I had a lesson that day. Another today. I saluted East as well as West.

8. A kingfisher perches on a white pipe on neighbor’s roof. As I try talking to it: another perches for a moment near me. Then it goes South West to an electric poll. Its wings were beautiful.

9. It was the most beautiful fog. Dhundh.

10. Two people saluted each other.

11. Rohan asks me to teach him: donk means horse. Scorpion means Saggitarius.

12. 11 are Rudras in Hindu pantheon.

13. Twin peaks. Twin flames. Gemini. Fire. Mouth of dragon. Priest. Speech. Air which purifies.

14. Fire is the carrier of merits. Prometheus.

15. Fire is current. The life force.

16. Fire is Sun. The Mars. Fire is Ganapati. Fire is Kethu. The liberation. The flag.

17. Fire is Shiva.

18. Fire is Rudras. The healers. Ashvini Kumaras. Dhanvantari.

19. Fire is rebellion. Fire is independence. Fire is Vallalar. Dancing light of grace. Fire is Manikavacchagar. Vaishwanara. Knowledge. Knowember. I bowled 5 overs. I enjoyed the view.

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1. I had a meal worth at least 131 rupees. Milk was not available as it got used up in making kheer-a dish made with rice. I didn’t eat the dish because of what happened in 2016 Sharad Purnima. The dreams. Then bespectacled jyotishi then Dev Prabhakar Shastri and so on… courtesy Vandana.

2. It was the costliest meal this year. I hope that nobody sleeps hungry this night…unless ofcourse they want to.

3. Food of one type or the other is common requirement for all. Even adepts like Prahlad Jani have some kind of food or the other.

4. After Dussehra this was the most important festival here. I enjoyed Dussehra more.

5. I played vocabulary jams: about five of them. I scored about 222311 ranks. I wondered why there were no players. Were they busy celebrating Diwali in USA and Europe?

6. I recalled my truest friends: Subhash Ahirwar who is in Bhopal. He made a movie and showed it to me while I was in a delirium: about to swoon and leave my body. It had happened over and over again. I repeatedly went to Gandhi Smarak Bhavan and Railway Station. I don’t know how he came to know. He was the only one who showed a movie in my last moments and told me:

“Sir, your time’s up.”

My consciousness was embedded into the movie he made. Like many other movies.

He also said: what you are seeing in the movie is one of your shadows.

He was the only one to use that terminology. He was truthful. I needed someone like him.

We were playing chaturvyuha: Vasudeva Sankarshana Pradyumna Aniruddha or Ram Laxman Bharat Shatrughan. It comes from the Pancharatra or Panchayat tradition started by Narada.

Sun. Shiva. Shakti. Ganesha. Vishnu.

These five are deities primarily worshipped in Hinduism.

At once Shri ran towards the library door and some other times I was teaching her. The coconut water. Amarjeet. Axe.

How many deaths do you need to master it?

How many deaths to dream…in words of Aakriti Kuntal

This article is dedicated to all those truthful young people who told me things clearly. Who were kind to me this year.

7. There was an old man. I met him in Vrijpura. He clearly sang about my being sacrificed. Ram Charan Vidyarthi- the librarian told it in not so many words and even showed some miracles. The secretary was polite as far as material aspect is concerned. She’s still my employer. The one half of the equation was balanced by her. Yet: it was the young ones: Ankit and Krishna Kant. Shri: who let me continue reading. It was the librarian who employed me to cleanse the library. To protect the treasure. Saahu ji was also helpful. It was a job very few would have volunteered for as it was unpaid.

8. My parents, grandparents, siblings and neighbors: they never told things clearly. They mixed material with spiritual. They regularly used black magic while keeping me white. A lamb to be sacrificed. Think about it: four to five of them constantly consuming poisons and using dark path while you’re supposed to be a teetotaller and a celibate. It was : being butchered without knowing it. It was too much of debt somehow. My intuition wanted me to stay away from this place: because I was always happier in places like Bhopal, Bangalore and even in Chennai. After getting initiated into mysteries: I was even more at odds with these people. I don’t know if I have made it to the truth realm universe. There are limitations.

9. While two of them: Vandana and Satya Prakash suggested that liberation requires merits: Santosh and Ved didn’t even talk about it clearly. Ved mostly rehashed what I told him about liberation. What Vandana and Satya didn’t know was this: bodies are constantly decaying and falling off in the time continuum. Only Shukadev of Bhagvata told it to Parikshit. The swoon and fever: I hated the first one most: it was death.

10. I told many people that liberation only needed knowledge and not merits. It’s what I had read. Merits need further consumption of fruits generated therefrom. The thing was: what comes after liberation. Jeevanmukta was turiya. What about Turiyateeta. Even a Turiyateeta needs abodes to stay and pure body of gnosis and bliss. Knowledge is also merit but the knowledge spoken of here is Pratibha: the talent in form of dancinglightofgrace which can activate any power. Ambrosia.

11. This year was eventful. It’s going to end on a positive note. I have gained materially and spiritually amidst a pandemic. It wasn’t a pandemic for me but a revelation. Atma Pariyojna. Freedom from euthanasia. It’s happening everyday. Anyone meeting me and talking to me would develop an understanding which frees them from fear of death.

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United Nations World Food Programme: Free Rice: Help Alleviate Hunger!

I just raised 44000 grains of rice on Freerice! For every answer you get right, 5 grains go to the UN World Food Programme. Play it here: https://freerice.com/apps

1. I was paid my fees today after I requested my student. It was delayed by about one and half day. To feed myself I have to work hard these days.

2. I got the new job. I taught these new students at a new location. The guy who owns the room came flashing a tea cup as soon as it was five minutes more than the allotted hour. I was giving homework to the senior student. He directed a jab at me: “leave now or do you need tea or coffee?” These are poor people. Poor in spirit as well as knowledge.

3. As I was thinking about the guy who let me play Cricket with him in the academy: another group of four people came. They were polite but they had one leather ball. I knew from the onset that the bat was soon going to succumb to the ball.

4. The utility of cinema and movies: they do away with lust for mundane. Art is indeed the culmination of philosophy. The most refined expression. It’s made costlier, like sky, water, space, air and fresh ether day by day. You are crushed by taboos like death, sex, military and police so that life becomes more difficult than it already is. There are countless memes fighting with each other and vying for your attention. The end: two of them: light and darkness: freedom and slavery defining each other. I face the acute problem of being underpaid despite giving my best in teaching. The students and their surrounding area consume life force. In return: they wait for the moments when you are the weakest to attack you. Though you are supposed to honor all the contracts: nobody asks them about why they pay so little and that too with delay.

5. I visited the library knowing well it will be an exhibition on occasion of Gandhi’s birthday. I saw some thirty people over there. Most of them are unfamiliar. They’re all well fed people. Khaadi is so costly that I haven’t been able to buy even a single kurta in the last two three years.

6. I am free. A sovereign. I serve only myself. I see only myself. I am seeing sights never before seen. I am seeing magic tricks. The last few excruciating deaths only confirm that you can’t rely on family or friends. They are myths. It’s a non stop war as far as market is concerned. Lal Bahadur Shastri was also born on this day. The handpump given by the government scheme in the movie Peepli Live redirects you towards humorous side of poor people sacrificing themselves. I asked a guy about “Aatma Pariyojna” and he affirmed about having heard it.

7. I asked myself : if I was slave to money or environment. The gnosis revealed: money was a dense form of energy or food which was need to sustain life force. Minimalism was supposed to work for all of us combined. In a scheme where some people have hoarded for aeons : while you followed the precept of letting go: you are left with a bowl. The teachings of classic texts become the cause of your constant poverty. I shape environment and the environment shapes me. The academy ground was not as clean as the road where I used to go for walk. Come to think of it: in the last twenty five days there have been no municipality people to cleanse the ground. There are many who litter, drink and through stray paper as well as water pouches. Everyone likes cleanliness but it seems to be only up to me to maintain it at my house, in the academy ground as well as other places. It’s strange that these people feel no need to clean up their mess.

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Eyes Wide Open

1. The parrots were feeding on the same ground where I had uprooted carrot grass as my first field exercise two years ago. It drizzled as I was walking and then as I was taking the class. I had a tea and water balls.

2. The black moth is flying. I sometimes think: when I am most experienced, I am poorest. The first one was by birth, second by choice and the third one was because of being prey to optimism. You can’t keep both–the lifestyle of your choice as well as the capacity to buy unless you are an accomplished alchemist.

3. Radha Ashtami. Anuradha constellation transit of Moon. Seven years ago when prasadam was given to me in the temple where I had reached after running away from house(‘house is not the home’ is the name of the chapter which was read today)–i was told that it was birthday of the divine potency which is the governer of bliss. It is considered that nobody enters the divine abode Vrindavan without her permission. I considered it a synchronization as I had no idea about it before I made my mind up for escaping duties, job and marriage. I had to exit from Vrindavan because of the same divine will which had taken me there.

4. The difference between words. I was thinking about the possibility of watching a movie but it seems I have no time. The drilling machine overhead did seem boring and musical at times but I have to manage with the night hounds which come unannounced. Is this what sanity feels like? Crickets are chirping and vehicles are passing by. I hear the flute orchestra. The author who wrote Jaina Darshana–Ratanlal Jain -didn’t impress me least bit. The forgetfulness is a flurry of ideas for sure and each identity takes some energy but the sense of it all being dependent on ‘existence’ never goes away. Between an adept who has gained mastery over death and one who is seeking: countless number of hours of work is put from the seeker’s viewpoint, who is in the temporal realm shaping a world of his own, one among infinite number of possibilities whereas the adept is beyond time, only immersed in itself timelessly and formlessly. Formulae might be useful but knowledge as a whole is synonymous with reality, with perfection and can’t be contained. I recall her eyes in the last class when I let her go and I knew it right from the first moment I saw her, but the eyes that constantly watch me never let me go.

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In the beginning was the beginning!

There was a dead dog lying on my way. There were flies on it. I heard hymns as I walked towards the PAN card office. He gave me a receipt but the excuses he was giving for the delay had no solid grounds. I had given him the details before applying and his optimism about getting it in time has been a curve with downward slope.

Lopsided excuses by the new prospective employer who was either not able to afford me or didn’t find my demonstration satisfactory. She gave lame excuses just to be polite and it’s third rejection this season which goes to show I have put in efforts and I handle rejection very well. Now schedule is not going to be hectic but I have to explore a new dimension. The kid had headache as yet another drunken brawl caused him stress and anxiety. His plight is felt deeply but I am only a tutor. I have heard all kind of talk but the low mindedness to which people around me have gone merely to ensure that I comply with the status quo would make these pages look filthier if filled with detail. These are the same people who utter name of Gandhi and Shiva day in and day out and they have their own versions of all principles to suit their need. Jumman, the labourer was holding a quarter of beer under the teen shade made for labourers. I interviewed him before entering this premise on May Day in 2018. Nothing seems to have changed for him it seems. I have not observed his mad wife who used to break bricks using her head. The way about the way is to keep walking here. As it turns out: the tea stall guy created the ruckus merely to be able to abuse openly. Similarly, the big scandal was created to make sure that all the attention is drawn to their safety. I kept walking to only hear whining people whine more loudly. I am happy to have not got lost in my overpowering ecstasy. It’s good that I can walk for a while. Rest later…

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A Crow, A Crowbar and A Couple of Mules!

1. Transport vehicles have a story to tell via messages written on them: one says: “man doesn’t become unhappy because of his own pain but because of giving pleasure to others.” Another says: ” mercy is the cause of unhappiness.” It’s not amusing but certainly off the mark as far as philosophy goes. It’s a Saturday and two strange things happen: there was a man walking before me with his hand in his back pocket: as soon as he disappeared in a street while I stop to take a picture of a crow, two mules emerge out of the street suddenly behind me. Tapping of their feet continued quite for some time as kabbalists are at unrest. A man carrying sand in a red trolley abuses the TCIE express truck driver. A duo on bike whisper in the ears of mule “you’re acting like a goon.”

I take some pictures and keep walking. A kingfisher flies from left to right just before the pulley. The small truck was carrying plywood. I saw the deaf man coming with a puffed up chest towards me and the man in the black shirt was carrying a crowbar. I took the picture of a crow. It’s Saturday and Saturn rides the crow they say. I kept watching the parrot until it disappeared. I observed another group of birds chattering on a mandap. I was wondering if the truck guys were genuine. Barely three of us and he asked me to help him push the truck as his battery was down. I asked him to call more people and he did. The truck started and we shook hands before they disappeared in the drizzle. They were going to Gwalior from Satna via this route. The reason they stopped might be: a superstition, a lack of permit or the probability that they were drunk or carrying something illegal. The guy who told his name to be Ravi didn’t have straight answers to my questions, neither did the other guy who said he was named Sheru. I recall that event when I gave a hand to a trailer, before that a bike. The bike event did seem genuine but now I doubt. Master mason “the mentalist” told me about the “asking for help because

2. Tears started flowing down my cheeks because of her unconditional love. The man on the first tea stall was blabbering some strange things while women were brushing their teeth with neem sticks. At the minute I left my house some women were doing pooja. The kuntal lady stopped penning verses after being diagnosed as KJ mentalist.

3. Though it’s a strange world but everything has to add up to 8 as it’s a Saturday. A taxi passes by with a song playing. It names women as characterless and everything dependent on money. Why women need to pass all test? Because men are the designers. There’s no proof for men creating women out of ribs but it’s good to go.

4. And soon that break also becomes work. As far as I am concerned: I neither rest nor work. Some people who are addicted to work keep working even in the sleep. A van with the name ‘Udandasta’ passes by. It means a flying squad. It’s not flying but it’s called so for some reason.

5. It’s a strange world. The student wanted me to focus on the chapter. He was rude. He neither knew the meaning of Science nor knew the meaning of literature. He is a sixteen year old shaped by the modern education which has mostly dumb people in positions of authority as truly educated people like Dhaniram are not found on any chairs. I am amazed at the games a bunch of people play. Superstitious people who neither want to let you live nor let you die in peace. It’s a rigged game. Devil may care about the details : you just care about the retails. The old man needs 150 grams of mustard oil for massage. Ganesh brand. The kid can order pizzas but he imagines that his best friend is an under nineteen cricket player who never has the time to talk. He might be doing this just to escape the harsh reality. The void. He might be interested in becoming an actor more than a cricketer. I really don’t know how the synchronization of murder, mayhem and revenge is orchestrated but like romances there has been not even an iota of truth in any comeuppance or poetic justice. I don’t know why they want to plant it in your mind that being vigilante is good. The best course here is to move out first thing.

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I had so many ideas: silence of the cemeteries, echo of mummies, purgatory and your fond memories. Now: where have they gone? I will tell you this: I might not be the miraculous healing Messiah you hoped me to be. I am sure: my resilience is astounding. I feel at peace. Despite everything. I never believe my resilience but it’s way too powerful : acceptance of what is. I let me do the work but the full acceptance of what is never leaves me even when I believe otherwise. Run on… sentences… prisoners… pensions onion regulatory rye… lyrical calculus lustrate irate pirate by rate for this game. I am not going to argue with you or anything but I want you to know this: despite everything that has happened I am not in despair. Air might be heavily conditioned but I have enjoyed playing. I have been successful in my endeavours. We will build a bridge of love and live a life of peace. A men two thousand felt hat at the moment peppermint oil lamp. The one I love is now in the next room with her family. An ample pleonasm neoplasm metastasis sisal salubrious salut les docum modicum cummerbund underdog dingdong singsongs Singapore claptrap humdrum humbug gummy bears will be there. There is nothing I would not give for their happiness. I keep telling you: they keep projecting their ideas in vain: Raju guide for example. Someone really asked me to work as one . If only they knew that they were limited by their imagination which was shaped by the Narayana. I will tell you that: I am not a plaything. Nor a thing binds me to a place. And how strange forsooth forthwith withal thalium umlaut autarkic quark core. Your middles are not mine Minecraft caramel melee tradecraft aft bulkheads meads meadows. One person’s idea is another’s myth.

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Love !

I am in awe of this verse. I hope you would enjoy reading this note and let it be published as a comment here. It will be there for those who have seen the comment you digged. You can call me a troll and I would be happy thinking French lady thinks about me. This sounds like an expression of true love in the form of a poem. If you don’t like it published it is your choice and it will confirm my suspicion that you want to Harbour only resentment. If you do, it will be a compliment. But if you don’t: I will know that you consider me responsible for the death of your mother. You accuse me of killing others between blog posts. How strange that now for someone who calls himself dancing light of grace? I think you wanted to know something so you asked. I never bargained for this side of life. It is called notoriety. Infamy. me I can see you are unhappy because I have a blog. That is all there is to it. I am interested in you because you have a blog. You know that my memory is better than that. And you know that you know more than you are telling. Perhaps all of those clapping also know about that. Ping Pong Ding Dong sing song Hong Kong long ago goanna Iguana anamnesis sisl lyrical calculus Omni bus stop

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Story

There was a boy. The boy was found of Open Spaces for this seemed magical. He lived in a crowded area where no Open Spaces were available at all. Therefore he used to walk to distant destinations just to watch Open Spaces and nature around him. But every time he tried exploring a direction he had to answer a few questions. The bears monkey dog and Hippopotamus they were all around him therefore he had to be cautious while crossing the borders. One day the boy left early in the morning to find film solace in the Woods. He was feeling wonderful because of the work man had done on the goods but he kept thinking what if it had been the nature the role nature played in his life was tremendous. But to recognise the change and to recognise the effect it had on him he needed human society. Had it Bin eaters and like existence he wouldn’t have known the importance of anything good or bad and the Open Spaces were beautiful only because of cloistered spaces. He appreciated everything he had available for free in his early childhood but now there was no way to go back and he had to live with the present situation in which it was getting exceedingly costly to spend a very little time In Open Spaces. He walked on and reached a place where he noticed the trees were getting thin. And flop of cattles and goats are grazing in the open field while equals soothing Bridge was blowing. His legs were tired because of walking for many hours. He said on a hi place watching the sky when a truck passed by him. He was not sure of it till he reached that he was to catch a glimpse of that image. He to karne app engine drink some water from a nearby stream. When he came to his senses realised that he had entered into a different realm and all the houses were gone. Now he was in an open country with no footpaths or buildings. He did not feel that he was missing anything as he was able to live on the tree leaves and sunlight and open fresh air was enough to sustain him. The lives of people and many setbacks with backbiting lying people had set him on this course which was to be his final destination. He was to be taken away by the same people who had brought him here. Nobody had brought him here it was very own self which had been guiding him all through his life to this Final Destination where he felt at peace and at easy. He was free to do as he wanted and live the life he wanted.

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Exclamation mark!

I went on a regular walk. There was nothing to remember but a certain dancer did grab my heart with an unaltered force. Was it love? I knoweth not. I do wonder how it works. I used to be an obsessive compulsive user of exclamation mark: now I meet some people who have exclamation mark as the permanent expression on their faces. Today, I met someone who has an exclamation mark as her permanent expression. I wonder what makes permanent expressions on their faces. I have only one picture from my early childhood: it’s a worried child. Why do you think a child of one year old should have such a burden on his face? I knoweth not. If I had some explanation of how children grow I should have the answer to my question. Nothing really happened in my life. I was just watching others create wonders. I never had any story. They were all running after the money which was supposed to give them the happiness. It didn’t. My folly was to expect them to be as humane as I was. It was my only ailment. But I paid heavily. Nothing new happens in my life. They were all trying to win the favor of the crowd, the money to make them happy. I had a few questions which have evaporated now and a few rhymes which I should try to write later. But, still, my life is like a deep pool where one can’t see the bottom.

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Within the ruins of my Self!

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

Then what happened… where are you now!

I live within the ruins of my original self, created by despair.

What are you thinking about?

I was having coffee. You have changed a bit. What have you been doing in the last 2000 years?

It seems that I’ve changed completely.

I don’t understand how. You are not answering my questions. How many humans have been in touch with you? How many books have you read?

I believe I remember that a human had tried to contact me.

Only one human being in the last two thousand years?

More than that.

How many books have you read?

200.

In the last two thousand years. That means: you read at a rate of one book in every century. she would run to the baker’s and get some bread, and do the dishes, and then she would wash her face and hands and comb her hair. As you know that we were going to celebrate the launch of the most important being. And now I have an idea, dear Prince, to present this choice before you. Atheling . A princess is always worthier. The first death was reported. Body was incinerated. Domestic violence and pregnancies have boomed during lockdowns. They are jealous of the women’s movements. And they were afraid of losing the coveted power. They invented the most elaborate hoax. The Spanish flu had claimed about eight percent lives in the year 1918. After hundred years: if this one does the same: it will be about 11000000 lives in this country. Some people are busy getting married in a hurry. I don’t understand humans. I really don’t. Not my country. First line: It was a dark and stormy night. Death is dancing like Natarajana! They will soon start to report 1000 deaths per day. 25000 were already dying due to various causes. All you had to do was to take WHO in confidence. You can see: one of the richest groups in India was obstructed by the medical lobby. Unemployed people have given up. Middle classes don’t trust banks. Daily wage earners are looking for a way out. I didn’t contribute in the population explosion: I don’t take responsibility for any of it. I want Euthanasia bill for all. “Euthanasia Bill is a life insurance scheme for doctors and not for people.”

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Pitchfork Tom motley Crue!

Pitchfork Tom motley Crue! And he made straightway for the place where he had heard the magic ring was buried. He dug up the Abracadabra. A bra, cabaret, a bar, barbecue sauce for dipping into your eyes! Cadbury bureau Veritas prep time. Dabbling lingas gatecrashing tailgating tinglingcattletelltaletattletailmentaliment. Milking muckings milkycowsmile milk. Awesome doom moody blues..

The man gave the Abracadabra to his wife. Who had seen the wind rind tinder dear Hannah thanks for the mannah complot ploat oats sloat shalom anulom vilom anunaki Milwaukee milquetoast roast chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned.

. To her lodge she brought the magic ring. Ginseng senger gingerly surly urn return turnip Nippon ponytail tailgatinglingminglingbingewatchingichingsinglingjinglingogiveorchi. He had more worries than he could count. And noted country coin purse handbag. He had to look after the horse, the cows and the goat. And sandy crack down all the times. So, in frustration, the farmer threw his plough down in disgust. A shy guy who has many lords If the one in his head is fast, the one in his heels will bee: His brother was a good student, but he was a very bad pupil….

Master of all chefs and blaster of loads of plastic bags designed remarkable results. The guest was delighted and said: “This is perfect. Keep Keeps as sake Danube delta flight sensei sensex exedra drastic changes in order. He had six sons who were also very talented. Kanika Kamikaze Xany Kinshasa Sanu and allvaxa At school they were always at the top of the class, but when they went home they spent all their time fighting and quarrelling. Ta and DA says that Earth is not available! When the eldest boy grew up, he decided to go into business. I asked him to join me for the mannah. We were surprised to see him in the company of ten young men dressed in black, with long beards and turban-like caps. Ada adds up addlepated addler battle weary empaths or those who have transcended death. They wore very fierce and ferocious masks and carried swords, daggers, and long spears. I am all ears as you are all gears: years have tears for a reason. “I am glad to see you,” he said, “for I have been looking for you for some time.

What is the matter? The other boys were also taken aback by the words of the young man and they were speechless. Less than curious to know that I am sure you are interested in this one is the meaning of the word. Now this is a story of a young man who was a farmer. A Granger causality the first one was about reaction to this question. He was a close-fisted thrifty, but he was not entirely thrifty. D as Guindy Chennai The door opened to reveal a young man of mixed race.