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

Thursday, May 26, 2005
 
Short Story

Here is one of my more recent efforts, in Sulekha Expressions. Your comments are welcome.

- posted by Dileepan @ 9:10:00 am
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Dills,

Nice article da. Good to see that you are still writing stuff, even if not for your blog.I also happened to notice plenty of "Dilly-Special-Jokes" in the article :-)
Carry on man.

- posted by Blogger Vetti Guy : 5:12 am  

Real awesome!

- posted by Blogger simplyme : 6:20 pm  

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