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Open Sesame | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. June 9, 2011. If you walk out of the metro station and turn left for a few hundred feet, you can see the house I am talking about. The yellow one. I am not Sherlock, but I still would’ve pointed you to the light on the porch, burning brightly. Elementary, my dear Watson. The fact was, she did not have the keys to the house. 8212;——–xxx————. 8212;————-xxxxx———-. 8212;————-xxxx————. Three months into the project, she is having lunch with her team. She no longer walks to th...
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Living with and without Sachin Tendulkar | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. January 2, 2014. Living with and without Sachin Tendulkar. I am writing this on Salil’s suggestion. Right at the start, let me admit that if I used any numbers or stats, I may have turned to his eidetic memory for help. Whether the team had really improved, or was just lucky, I don’t know – but with televisions becoming common, there was definitely an increased interest in following cricket. It was this era which cemented Indian team’s reputation as the “one man ...He carrie...
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The Defense Lawyer | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. May 30, 2010. The metal detector protests loudly as I enter. It protests for some, it does not for some. What can it really detect, I sometimes wonder. The chaukidar salutes me and directs me to the counter to check my bag. The lady smiles and says it is fine, sir. I cannot see the girl. I cannot see the man. I cannot see his wife. I cannot see the porter. I can see only targets. I am at work. Please Note: This is purely a piece of fiction. May 30, 2010 at 8:40. The only thi...
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Pen Friend | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. September 13, 2014. Sometimes, you peer though your glasses, and when you try too hard, you don’t see art. I mean, you see the strokes and the colors and the lines, but, with your nose so close to the canvas, you miss the frame. For the frame defines where it starts and where it ends. Art, that is. You need the frame. 8221;, which she asked everyday. And now he was asked to go back and start all the way back to. And so he walked on. Maybe she did not really want to know ...
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Cacophonix | they blamed me of cacophony… | Page 2
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They blamed me of cacophony…. April 10, 2010. Birds of a feather. It was almost impossible to see the figure in dark clothes, walking slowly, in that dark alley. There was a power cut, and there was only a slight moon that night. The boy in those dark clothes actually preferred the darkness and the silence. He would have liked to be alone, but people from Indian metros often have to find their privacy inside themselves. He was so deep within himself, tonight. Lost in the darkness again, he slowed himself...
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Those men of this world.. | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. August 10, 2011. Those men of this world. Chapter 1: An awkward start. It was almost midnight by the time Deepak unpacked the last box. He was finally, officially, completely moved to his new apartment. He was satisfied with his work and his discipline, even though every muscle in his body complained. He took a few deep breaths, and decided to take a shower. Man, if this is the same guy, you are living with one of the most talented violinists of this century! Deepak celebrat...
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August | 2011 | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. Monthly Archives: August 2011. August 10, 2011. Those men of this world. Chapter 1: An awkward start. It was almost midnight by the time Deepak unpacked the last box. He was finally, officially, completely moved to his new apartment. He was satisfied with his work and his discipline, even though every muscle in his body complained. He took a few deep breaths, and decided to take a shower. Haven’t seen him perform in ages, though! Chapter 2: The cabinet. Chapter 3: We meet.
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June | 2011 | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. Monthly Archives: June 2011. June 9, 2011. If you walk out of the metro station and turn left for a few hundred feet, you can see the house I am talking about. The yellow one. I am not Sherlock, but I still would’ve pointed you to the light on the porch, burning brightly. Elementary, my dear Watson. The fact was, she did not have the keys to the house. 8212;——–xxx————. 8212;————-xxxxx———-. 8212;————-xxxx————. Three months into the project, she is having lunch with her team&#...
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April | 2010 | Cacophonix
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They blamed me of cacophony…. Monthly Archives: April 2010. April 10, 2010. Birds of a feather. It was almost impossible to see the figure in dark clothes, walking slowly, in that dark alley. There was a power cut, and there was only a slight moon that night. The boy in those dark clothes actually preferred the darkness and the silence. He would have liked to be alone, but people from Indian metros often have to find their privacy inside themselves. He was so deep within himself, tonight. Lost in the dar...
