Smaller than Life
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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.
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Friday, May 21, 2004
Developments... Last evening was most fulfilling. I met one of my dear school friends - the inimitable Kus. The very thought of schooldays, school friends, our schoolboyish pursuits filled my lungs with a wind of contentedness; I felt instantly invigorated, all my ennui and languor dissipating at the very moment. I have chanced to meet quite a few of my schoolmates recently, and surprisingly I find that there is still a comfort level I am able to strike with my school friends, which I sometimes struggle to establish with my more recent acquaintances. The matter came upon my ears that another of my close friends has found himself a lady. The news was a gale that hit me right on the face. We, the Awesome Foursome, never expected him to fall in love first. In fact, we doubted if he will ever burn his fingers in the embers of love. But life is so and, as it happens, he is well and truly in love. And the other three of us are to ourselves, intact! The lady, I can assure you, is of the highest calibre. In my book, she will rank as one of the first ladies. In fact, apart from the surprise at the unforeseen development, there was little for me to be startled. If I could have imagined him falling for any woman, it would have to be her. They match each other like a reflection in the mirror; in intelligence, knowledge, calibre and awareness. Housed in the cosy thoughts of elysian schooldays, I felt at home last evening.
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