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Sudarshan Paliwal!

1. I can’t follow your blog at present. Thanks for your presence and enthusiasm. It was after a long time spent on WordPress and Blogger : I realized that ‘a like for a like’ and ‘a follow for a follow’ takes too much toll on you in the long run. The blogging relationship remains ‘skin deep’ so to say.

2. Thanks for being interested in my blog and liking as many posts as you did: you yourself said that blogging shouldn’t be about the number of likes and followers. There are days when I don’t have enough money or energy to continue in my pursuit of bliss, peace, immortality and happiness: therefore I hope you would understand my moderation. I wish you all the very best.

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Tilt

1. The weather is pleasant this morning. A truck horns. A horny cow chases a bull, a crane sings, and I observe the patchwork which was done yesterday, after the traffic was stuck for a few hours here. It was the second time in a month and half. I had postponed the visit to the railway tracks until winter but yesterday I was compelled because of the overflowing rains. It was a most astoundingly beautiful mystique. One which can neither be captured by a camera nor be expressed in words. A goat is singing a song. I have heard thousands of songs from warbling birds, insects, frogs and peacocks since yesterday.

2. The man who offered me the lift yesterday was the man who met me on the second tea stall. He told he is a sand distributor. Not a coincidence and he wanted to know my whereabouts. I heard two milk men saying something related which meant they were in on it too.

3. Thanks to rains yesterday I could finish watching the movie. Strangers are indeed acting up strange lately which is not new to me. A couple passes by and some vehicles. The poll sign for national highway was more tilted towards right this morning. Something which you couldn’t have failed to notice.

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Blue tooth

My days of running after pussy cats were over when she appreciated my handwriting. I don’t know if it was about my having decided to not see her again. She was a hard worker. An abusive relationship instilled in her this indomitable spirit of fair play and hardworking. Funny world. The bitter works like a medicine whereas sweet dishes make sure you are bedridden! Another word for First line: Once upon a time, there was a king who had three daughters. She was fond of kittens. I was fond of Katzenjammer. Mercy Johnson. Mercurial merchandise dicey theodicy icy cubic metres. The one was a hard worker, so, the other was not. I was no monad nomad mad version ions on onions deuce . Animal crossing animadversion chrysalis lisping lip-sync jonesing singularity ritzy zygote verboten rotten torpor porous sussuration cocksure cockalorum cockroach coach approach fibroach. A short list of things that don’t happen.

She married Lucifer to decipher segregation of yetzirah. I went to her grave today with a blue mockingbird.