Smaller than Life
Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.

Graffiti

When I am dead,
I hope it is said,
'His sins were scarlet,
but his books were read'.

- Hillaire Belloc

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

- Emily Dickinson

The thoughts of our past years
          in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction

- William Wordsworth

Wednesday, January 28, 2004
 

When the woman you loved tells you, "Let us remain just good friends. Like we've always been.", she means that she does not love you, she had a fair idea that you loved her, she enjoyed being loved, and she wants to continue to enjoy being loved by you because you are the maudlin fool who will continue to be a servile prick without expecting any requite. Nice deal this! It is like : Please scratch my back, but I won't scratch yours because it is dirty!

- posted by Dileepan @ 5:05:00 am
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