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Honchos

1. It’s a nice weekend morning here. Yellow butterfly flyover flutterby bilateral relations between two people. Ants. Burroughs. Yellow flowers. Green leaves dancing. The ivies on the neem tree also dance. A 180 metre long boundry wall fell because of the lightening. I am not disgusted by the way people react in the face of chaos. It was clear right from the onset. The tea was pleasant. The day before yesterday the stall guy had pitch black eyes. Earlier it was red eyes now it’s bald head. Something or the other to pick on. My sibling once asked: why do you have so much hatred for some things? The reason he asked the question was because he wasn’t able to perceive it in himself. I saw people. Hungry people dying for negative attention. What would their leaders look like? And what would their master look like? Yes, extremely hungry. I should be grateful for the stick I have in my hand because I didn’t bring umbrella. The roads were wet and the birds are chirping sweetly. I refused to play ping pong balls with them and it made them furious. It’s always some king or the other. I admit that you are a sovereign because there’s only one ground where reality dances a unique dance. You are that reality like me: why then, do you need, a king in every street and house? Do names really have meaning? How big is your kingdom? Do you even own your mind? I understand that you don’t and it’s fine by me. You can’t control the flow of your thoughts, but if they’re your thoughts, you can control them and decide who they are shared with.

2. There are cows near the railway track. Two technicians start filling the silent air with some random talk. The act is not top notch. They don’t mind you overhearing their conversation because they are putting it as a hint for suggestions they want you to absorb. In fact, what they have been doing is suggesting they are from the company that is making the railway tracks, and they have a problem that they need your help in solving.

3. If it’s not your doing, but rather your nondoing, your presence as not opposed to their absence but your graceful dance, your melodious flute, which is the voice of their soul. Why does it hurt? It shouldn’t. The only thing that is wrong is your body, which is a pack of secrets

. 4. Yamashita tabanid nidit ditto toasting toadying yingyang anglers. Lurking king kong chronicle clerihew hewn stewn sewn on the other Theravada vadapaav paavbhaaji chutney. I go to japan on my way back to samoa I don’t think I’ll be coming back to samoa

. 5. I did following things: breathing, walking, sleeping, writing and minding my surroundings: and it created some kind of resistance periodically. I don’t know if it is in any way unlawful but it’s somehow generating immense resistance because there is a good dancer who dances an amazing dance since time immemorial. When I saw the dance I was surprised and I thought if I could go to learn the dance I would be able to go anywhere in the world, even to China

. 6. It has been three days in a row and as soon as I sit under the margosa tree: two people join me. They pretend to talk about this or that but mostly it’s unconvincing because they could’ve chosen to be on the tea stall nearby. Oh they can’t go anywhere else they have been given incentive to be here. If someone as good as three thousand rupees per month can be given this much attention: mostly negative: they must be doing something too positive. Law of opposites. When I was in the village: I used to be a great dancer but my family members are not pleased with my dancing

. 7. Now there were three of them: they took names out of the journal but their flawed programming was clearly understood. The man with the azure shirt was not a labourer and had big nails. The slaty shaded pant guy had been here before. And they thought that the intelligence was blind. That it only takes random names and numbers for execution, damage or exaltation. If it were really so: it wouldn’t have been called an “intelligence” now, would it? And actually it’s not an intelligence but ‘the’ intelligence. The alpha and the omega. They were not aware of the blind intelligence.

8. The fourth guy said: I have served in bigger company and I don’t care about the small company like this. It was slightly strange but the new guy was wearing a shirt which was also azure, like that of the previous guy. I was not a tradecraftsman nor a rat or snitch but they needed no convincing that I was one of them as there were many tapping onto my wires, only stealthily, not treacherously because I took it for granted that whatever I spoke about to my wards or neighbours was made public because it was spoken with all earnestness without any reservations or hiding. The agreement had been that if I became a witness or a snitch, I would never be allowed to become a tradecraftsman and would have to leave

. 9. Being misunderstood was not something I loved. The only thing was: your presence made them feel smothered : and there was no escaping it. It was the presence of a name or form, a perzona, a masquerade, an identity. I really appreciate it as a script but not as a livelong business because I have more than you can see. I am infinity. So are you. Are you not? Don’t you know it already? So be it. Well, then; you are myself; if you are

. 10. There is a fire in California, earlier it was Australia. I remember about Amazon rainforest. I thought the twenty first century was the golden age with technology amply developed to create a safety mechanism against such fires. Resplendent dentists fragrant ranting chores galore. I found out that the greatest danger for the future is the unfathomable.

11. Cleanliness survey? I have lived in Chennai. How come Tamil people who took pride in their education are not caring well for cleanliness? I have seen a picture of monkey and a rat together.

12. I thought they were joking about gutka spitters. Now I don’t understand. There were monkeys on the field yesterday. I took a picture. I saw monkeys in a dream. You were wearing a white shirt. I saw a boy who had stone for chocolate. And he considered it dharma to chew on it, like dogs chew on the bones. They were violating all laws. Including the freedom of expression. What happened to the constitution? If we don’t have one, the monkeys can’t remain here.

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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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Escape Clause Built In!

1. Many hungry ghosts: each vying for attention. The Jewish girl wrote a long story. She was fond of her dog but her god was not fond of her. The girl was more interested in writing.

2. I heard the whirling leaves dancing in the breeze. Each day I ask myself: could it have been more beautiful? Unlike passers-by I don’t long for more. This is enough. This is perfect. Where is Socrates and why does it matter? I wish to thank my friend for trying.

3. Should I thank myself or lockdown or virus or my stagnant family for these walks? I was content then, content now. All my little adjustments reveal more beautiful worlds full of light and awareness. Nothing is impeding my escape from that silly notion of something impeding.

4 People want something. They want to escape reality. There is no escaping themselves. Either invent a disease and work to prevent it or create wars or problems to solve. Something to chew on externally. Something to think about internally.

5. Tohu verse for mitzvah girl: tashlichichbinliechenrezigzagzigguratbaggeryemensuturetinueulogyrationoosephereticalculustrousumptuousulcustardappleoninelivestibuleopardandruffurlonghongkongulchravineyardentistrystuductileopardoomsdaynearbyearmarkedemantoidungeonlycanopyratedeltabaniditintinabulationutmegastrickshawkerchieftaintedeterminantennastylusufructoseoulukalapurushamustardramatistarrastammyalgiambicpentametersevereverseventhsealarmigermulctohunchbackbitinglingastronomytrochenoughostockpilemonsoonostockraspberryemenigmatadormoribundieidolonomanslandslidingdongutturallyingyangumshoeilladealteredstateacupuckeredoomoodrumurmuring When they do, they always have a built in escape clause, in case they should change their minds.

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As it should!

1. A man on a bike in an underwear and a vest was singing something and smiled at me as he passed by. He was in a jolly good mood. He might be the happiest man I have seen in a long time. He didn’t belong to the hungry ghost realm. I started walking with an umbrella today as there was thunderbolt lightening in the South East. It was drizzling on the way and the umbrella came in handy. I took some pictures and met an old acquaintance who was taking tea on the same tea stall. I kept walking until I observed a kingfisher posing for a picture. I took a couple of shots before it flew away looking for its food. A dog was growling at a calf. I kept walking through the many hungry ghost realms. It was more difficult for me to get food on this day.

2. Onycophagist gist logistic sticks. The next day after eating some food, I took a bus and headed to the shopping street.

3. I was sitting silently and a nightingale started to sing a song. Some buffaloes were making a sound which was suppressing the song of melodious sphere of flutes. There were people inside the bus and they were thinking that it was very uncomfortable and they complained.

4. I had experience in traveling. I took the corner seat and kept looking outside. Sidereal zodiac actual snarling lingastronomical calculus. Since I was sitting on the corner seat, I could enjoy the scenery of the street.

5. I saw your face. It was pure love, beauty and joy. The time stopped and I drank the nectar of immortality. Honey dripping from your divine dance satiates my soul, my love. The carriage turned off the main street and I saw the scene behind the window.

6. A white brown doggie who was all wrapped in the mud had come to sit besides me by now. It has rained and trees, plants, animals and streets look fresh and full of energy. Raindrops have left their marks on the window glass, while the fluttering of the wind has left a feeling of total serenity.

7. There are water puddles and fishes. Some people are fishing. I smell some rotten things. Ten in number: I pen them down. Down the rabbit hole the toppled truck is still lying on the way. The Chihuahua and I leave the window and return to the kitchen.

8. I cook some tales. She has grown some tails of her own which ail every now and then though I keep trimming them down under anesthesia. She likes the tales late night her plight is on a flight to Honolulu publications have been catering ions on and on onions ring with caterwaul sounds. There is a presence of her own with which she is rather pleased.

9. There were four of us. Then there were none in nuntucket. I was preparing the bucket list for finales when it happened. A tractor passed slowly with some sand, then another, then another big Hyundai transport vehicle. She was coming with grass on her head, walking cautiously lest vehicles sprinkle the mud on street or she slips. My lips were not sealed anymore as solipsism had come to my rescue. Resplendent dental tally lyrical calculus lustrous omnibus. Another tohu verse in the making. A car passed, and the bucket list.

10. Well, the list dropped. Out of the bucket. And I closed my fist. Like a chemist. Mist was thick so I curled my wrist and took a twist along the long way. A long fellow had met Longfellow similarly. The demons were dancing in the discotheque. My paycheque was due. Verdue verdant ant slant. On the way home, the girl stopped at the bank, withdrawing enough money to pay her rent and buy food. 11. The scenery painted by you just before the rain was most breathtaking scene. The mystery. I kept walking through the fog seeing lines of trees and distant thick dark black clouds just before it started to drizzle. There were no vehicles in sight. No cameras can capture it. Once in a while a car would pass by.

11. The first story of the day finished by eight of clock and it was a sign. I was enjoying the jolly good weather and the soft breeze on my skin. Kith and kin were through thick and thin far away wayfarers. I turned myself to news. 19 kittens died in 21 days in Thane, Maharashtra. Gray slaty birds were singing in the ears of Ramalila Paradesi when he was composing his final 100 verses before his disappearance. Now the cat news is some news. I wonder if they would file it under Corona. As a matter of fact I had discussed with people about no animal casualties from so called virus. Isn’t it logical that animals living as pets should also have died? But Corona would follow no rules. I am worried if a time might come when there will be penalty on talking about Corona. A day might come when you can’t use Corona even in your fictional accounts.

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This Fast or that slow, how low will you go?

1. A blue, fuel tanker, passes with a glue in eyes. A lady was sitting with her face towards back on the backseat of a car.

2. I was wondering, do you drive?

3. I pass through the kingdom of the Yaldabaoth, who kept none of the moths, unleashed all of the dragonflies.

4. I don’t. The driver was coming from Satna, going to Gwalior, carrying cement packages. He fell asleep at about four AM in the morning. Moon was rising in the Cancer ascendant in Pushyami quarter four with North node conjoint in the twelfth house whereas the eighth lord was retrograde in the seventh house of Capricorn. No one was hurt. The accident happened at the same spot the madman was scripting a heartwreching scene with a wounded left hand. I first saw a red trailer with a busted tyre and then a truck toppled into the sideways where wiring work was on going. The morning has been eventful.

5.In the beginning was the beginning. Then came the middle followed by the end. People like being talked about, either in good vein or bad. I spotted a mangoose as people returned after watching the crashed cemented truck. Highway means accident. The things that started happening last evening were scripted long ago. I would be honest: the crane sings. People are running for their lives yet some are busy building their careers. Most of the other people’s identities were lost in identity crisis.

2. The lady asked me umpteenth number of times: “so, you won’t marry?” Yes, mam, I won’t. Don’t you know by now? Mysore, angry young unstoppable retired officer. Then those students who had not even an iota of sincerety become orchestrating devices of something, which might be what? Oh, their golden career? I wish you well. Work harder. Serve. The very kid who is scared of something brings some guys whom he introduces as goons. The dejected conspirators first create a cause, which is not the first cause, then they create an artifice, which is not an effect at all. A few birds are picking grains from the ground to feed themselves and then a chain of red ants. It must be abstruse for them to understand this plain logic: pseudo monks, pseudo leaders, pseudo do gooders. If I do something you are jealous if I don’t you are restless. Who was it the last time around? The college kids who didn’t even pay for using the library. Who were there only because they wanted to know what I was upto. It’s so because when I am talking to you: you fall asleep and when I move out of your sight I somehow become dangerous.

3. If there will be 15 students, which I am sure will be there, because you look like a bright guy, people will start talking. What will they talk about? The space has been used for all kind of activities. I have either read books or meditated or spoken to some students. If you want me to pay the rent on a future date, say so. If you don’t want me to continue helping your ward, say so. I don’t see anything wrong with that. I won’t sit for fasts for your cause which is doomed. I won’t serve this political party or that. It’s strange that she first became an employer then started acting up like she was unhappy.

Is it the flamboyance? You don’t sit with us. Why would I? You treat people like shit when they have no money in their pockets. I have each and every event in the last two years etched in my memory and I can see through you. No matter which place I have been to, I have tried to give more than I took. Enough with your stuffed mule toys and magic charms. Who will save your soul? One cabal inside the cabal criticizes another and wants you to voice your opinion on the same so that they may use you as a punching bag or stepping stone.

4. There are people who sit with you and talk the way you want them to. You call one cartoon character after another and I have seen enough of them in my college. I am fed up of your nauseating rubbish for sure. I don’t want to talk about it, but tell me why I shouldn’t say anything.

5. Look at this: the head of the family has some enemies: they’re your enemies by inheritance. You neither like nor dislike the head of the family. The siblings create some along the way. They consider it duty to bring it on me. Some people are unhappy because I am shaving my head and not marching with them in the zombie apocalypse. The guy wants you to serve him even when you are doing your job. The college kids act as informants while you tried to enlighten them. They don’t have any idea what kind of stone crusher they are in between: ” Well, your enlightenment and all is all good but you do look like different. Like a human being. Ah, we would pass this on to our owners and make you kneel.” The lady has no time to talk to you. She talks snobbish and suddenly the same lady has so much time to touch repeatedly on your wounds. Are they even wounds? I tell you on your face: these conspiracies is all you have been trained for. Keep them to yourself. This is as fictional as it gets. How valuable am I? You saw my underwear and I saw your bra. What’s the difference? Aren’t they both undergarments? Act for your salvation lady. I am not interested in you or your gimmicks. I honestly think you have given me more attention than I deserve. I am a nobody and I would like you to treat me as such. Employing police officers for spitting on road? I did think they had something better to do. Here’s another tohu verse:

Tohulkamikazephyryearlyrealtorporousualarmistycoonosynchronicitypicalamitympanumbattuesdaylightightwaddlepatedemantoidempotentateetotallerthantheeleewaywardensedonnashvillageoldocumentationictussselevenusunambiambicarustleoninephriteofpassagewaywardentistrystutgarrduressecernebulanternuchampionomatopoeiaitologyrationsnowfallaughtersevereserverisimilitudeutronomytoechondrialtabanidittowardsnowdenmarksmanshipiscineuterrafirmashuplasmasteroskyrocketinglingastronomygododderingulchopinewoodenzelectorallyingyanglersulcussingularitzyvottenetuftummyonderelicthonusundrye I thought that she looked pale, but still there was a glow on her.

6. A man with a tricycle passes by. A man has plenty of grass on his bicycle. I do what I say. If I am employed to teach I teach: that doesn’t make me your slave. Another employer has another story. Some other day. Another punctured bike. He asks me the repair shop. The mechanic was here on tea stall. I hope you know how to read fiction. The tricycle owner was very angry.

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Vyatipata!

1. The first is: Rahu rules the Vyakulata. I chose the word “calamity” to describe human existence as it came to me and synchronistically it’s what Vyatipata means: “A great disaster.” Sun, Mars and Mercury change their signs by transit today and Rahu becomes the Armakaraka for a while. For many days: Rahu would keep swapping the post with Moon until Venus, Sun, Mercury or Mars mature in their new signs or Jupiter begins directional movement again.

2. Saturn and Moon rule the day. I saw a madman near the pipe. His left hand was wounded and he was only wearing a pant. He came from the West to this village. His gut wrenching plight is existential. All humans are collectively responsible for him. Many dogs were agitated today and the only kingfisher I saw had feathers dishevelled. Yellow butterflies fly as I sit under the shade of the margossa tree after having taken a piss. Some birds chirp and vehicles keep on passing for it’s a busy highway. A woman in a hijab keeps her baby near her as she puts the baggage in front. You either carry this baggage or that but carry you must the carrion.

Here is a tohu verse:

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Events Horizon!

It rained. The fog on the mountains nearby is the most captivating sight. The roads look bathed. Drenched mules were trying to procreate. The scenery before the rain and during a thunderstorm is better than after rain. But this region welcomes any and all rains. I am happy to see farmers relieved. The rain left the clouds, but the fog stayed.

2. The fog is mysterious. Mystery is a class of beauty which is exquisite engagement of mind. A harmony beyond. The mystery of fog is the manifestation of the song of the land

. 3. I was studying faces. There are those who chew gutka and spit incessantly making spots topos sapota saponified personified edified. There are those who take pride in their gait. Then there are those who look curiously at you. No matter how many times you walk on the same streets : you find new faces. No matter how many times you photograph the same places: they are novel with new details. Same with the themes: that’s why I never understand people engaged in the miserable business of trying to pinpoint people for plagiarism unless there are shameless copycats. Let dead past bury its dead. “But it’s a tremendous amount of work, you know!”

4. I met an octagenarian on a tea stall. He started talking about “cross breeding.” It was clear he was a puritan. But instead of talking about helping others or educating masses to help reduce the population: he was talking about the upper castes copulating with lower castes and creating degeneration. Such progenies elope. They create the diseases like Corona: he said proudly refering to the tale of Ramayana. Humans are ignorant. Natural selection by Darwin might be wrong but you need to be a Genghis Khan: a rare Butcher to inseminate a significant amount of degeneration. I find the women from the yellow races more attractive than the rest. Is it the DNA of Genghis Khan or the devil has gotten hold of me? The conviction with which old people voice their opinions makes them an interesting study. Its basic human instinct is to want to procreate.

5. Another small accident. Such incidents must be normal in the rainy season but I was not walking outskirts before. The contract owners for broadening the highway or creating a connection to the bypass have shown two mishaps within the fortnight. I wonder if they blocked the way knowingly by creating an accident because they knew that the temporary diversion might flow in the rains once again like last time. The government will create an elevated road to finally alleviate the ongoing problem.

. 6. The way is to create events which don’t evolve around you or your family. Being a witness without taking sides. This is the worship of the dancing light of Grace. I waited for the rain to stop before moving out but it was drizzling so I kept an umbrella with me. At the moment when I was walking towards the park, I saw a tiny umbrella like a child holding it and dragging it along the ground, past the drain with the big fish.

7. Beyond painting scenery and mysterious words which mean nothing what else do you write about? He asked. “If we don’t talk about something else,” I said

. 8. I write about movies I watch. I suspect that I am becoming more like my teachers and it’s partly to support my sustenance. I find I was much swift in mastering Grammar and Calculus and did it on my own mostly to retain it even after two decades. But I wasn’t smart enough to invent a time machine or cloak of invisibility. I have travelled in time but it was accidentally. Not anymore useful than a good dream which happens on its own. But I think I have become more creative about writing for the last couple of decades. The last two movies I was trying to watch made me sleepy. I would try to get back to them.

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Damsels mean damn sell distress seamstress seamless lessons else Elysium umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong!

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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Events

A stench of carrion enters my nostrils. It rises up from the depths, and the thick fog of the Seine, which has been swirled up by the mistral, mingles with it. A murder of crows has been feasting on the dead body of the piglet. The wolf, which is still in the den, moves his tail up and down as he dreams. pics around that place tell you there were no pigs in the vicinity. It is during the night that he frequents this dark forest, which is a rest for him, for he has no other place to sleep.

What do you want to ask? Oh, I’ve come to ask you about that beautiful castle. The Mad man was smoking a cigarette wearing a cap it was not yaar Mulk and he was standing under the Statue of Dr Ambedkar. How can you explain that the rich have got richer and the poor have got poorer? It was drizzling all along the way and the dog stopped me on my way to that shade near the petrol pump where am I have my snacks and tea before I return to home on my morning walk. As strange as it might seem: the dog wouldn’t have been encouraged to look into my eyes unless there were its owners nearby: I was engrossed by deep place of dancing light is this brown dog came right before me. On my way back I had a bamboo shaft in my hand but the dog was gone. Then I saw an old man with a stick moving slowly.

A strangeThing happened yesterday. I was thinking about my footsteps 2 years ago. A dog was attacking a pig and be spectacled boy was intently watching it. Yesterday there was a guy who was unable to move through a street because some dogs were barking. And today I was stopped by a dog on my way to tea stall. It is Naga Panchami a festival celebrated by Hindus in which they worship Nagada as Nagas represent the life force in nature. It is also the birth day of Kalki Avatar of Lord Vishnu. The third Death was reported in this city due to the Corona pandemic yesterday. Now the rate of the deaths in the world is highest as it was 3 months ago. Yesterday I wrote Amla in one of the nodes and today one lady died who had the same name at any age of 101 years. You have heard about the death note anime series which was my favourite for a while but 820 train synchronicities have nothing to do with that anime series. I am sure about that.

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Where do you live!” She asked. “In a cottage in the forest,” said the little bear. “I live in the synchronicity.” Which city is that? “It’s called the City of Wonder.” And Joy. In the City of Wonder there are great golden gates, and inside those gates are great golden houses. In the great ginseng gingerly surly curlicues say gway wayward ardvark varsity fulgurant asynapsis sisal rug under their feet was an internal abode. The cottage seemed to be built entirely of gingerbread, and the roof was covered with gingerbread icing. The hole had vineyard boulevard unit of measurement of the word. The gingerbread was so lovely to look at that all the people thought it was real. It seemed like a good thing. V8h. The next day a group of friends came to visit. Much better than the intended recipients. But when the visitors went away they forgot to tell the children where to find the house. And the rest of the word for it. The children were tired of living in the house, so they went to a gingerbread factory to find out what to do. Gingernym gingerly gym gimcrack rucksack backpack try dnnnnnn. Tun tuna salad dressing room. That night they searched for the house and finally found it. What do you think about it? I assume you have any questions. I will tell you what happened to us. Veil was removed from the nature. The Adobe logo Acrobat above and up the desire klatsch schlimazel maze labyrinth malar Malhar. Hives the first dancer did an amazing dance Jing Inglewood ping pong balls fell asleep. The seconds danced and the threes danced, but the fourths one stopped dancing.

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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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. 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.