for 4 days last month i turned my phone off, left it at home and lived as usual. but life felt different. like a reminder that life is worth celebrating even without having to constantly send a text, a photomessage, or call to say this is what i saw, this is what i heard, this [...]
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Posted in art, drawing, flickr, journal on March 11, 2008 | 7 Comments »
Have been obsessively watching CSI NY.
Scanned in the top of the inside of my scanner for interest.
Page from my square journal used to draw in while watching TV.
In love at present with: sunshine, prawn stirfrys, and my ticket home.
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Posted in journal on December 24, 2007 | 9 Comments »
I’ve turned 22.
What a year 21 was!
Born on a humid Bombay night within the pale green walls of Room #2 in Sophia College, welcomed by the hushed singing of people I absolutely adore. The soft conversation with A full of love and memories- oh what a year 21 was for us! A thoughtful, unexpected gift [...]
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The view from my room
My room
Glasgow is slowly growing on me.
My journal, my world, my self are slowly changing, evolving, growing wings. I’m starting to see the city in terms of colours and curves and mood and sky; starting to see the joy of anonimity in a new place so I can park my self [...]
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For September 13th 2007
I’m leaving for London tomorrow. After 5 months at home. And after 21 years of living in a subcontinent that’s full and rich and intimate and noisy and smelly in a way that no other continent can be. I’m both hopeful and nervous. London, Birmingham, Glasgow…these have been vacation homes for years [...]
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Last night at the party there was a girl. Young. At the threshold. Almost blooming. Still shy and unsure. She wore a gorgeous sari (first time) and left her luscious hair (everybody was talking about her hair!) loose. She looked unsure but very very pretty. She’s normally in nothing fancier than shorts and a heavy [...]
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Ex.ot.ic (eg.zat.ik) a.introduced from a foreign country; not indigenous; unusual or colourful.
For some, the exotic is India. Its Portugal for others. The rich Orient full of myths and stories for yet another.
The “exotic” has come to stand for the richly stimulating; it is associated with a sense of far away, hard to reach ideals. Ideals [...]
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Spontaneous Writing Booths Do not feel left out when you school, Zen Centre,church has a carnival, bazaar, rummage sale. Simply set up a spontaneous writing booth. All you need is a pile of blank paper, some fast writing pens, a table, a chair, and a sign saying “Writing on Demand”. They choose the topic and you [...]
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Yesterday I went to the house where I grew up… where we all grew up: my father, his siblings, the three of us. The women grew up there too, in a sense. They married men they loved and came new and unsure and grew into strong, loving, whole women here. I took my journal and [...]
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