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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. Silence is so sweet. (2 of 2). February 10, 2013. I ponder the information that keeps unfolding slowly around this tragic event. I think about the fear and repulsion that I initially felt and how I feel about it now, with this new information. How it’s been given a new meaning. Silence is so sweet. (1 of 2). My best stories always happen on the bus. →. March 3, 2013 at 1:38 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. Monthly Archives: December 2012. December 24, 2012. All that is gold does not glitter,. Not all those who wander are lost;. The old that is strong does not wither,. Deep roots are not reached by the frost. J R R Tolkien. Fear and Loathing in New Delhi. December 22, 2012. I finally get the pass, collecting my luggage, and trudge outside to find a cab. I am halfway there when I hear a murmur in my ear “where you go? 8220;Where are you going? Rap tap tap”. I rel...
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. December 24, 2012. All that is gold does not glitter,. Not all those who wander are lost;. The old that is strong does not wither,. Deep roots are not reached by the frost. J R R Tolkien. Fear and Loathing in New Delhi. December 22, 2012. I finally get the pass, collecting my luggage, and trudge outside to find a cab. I am halfway there when I hear a murmur in my ear “where you go? 8220;Where are you going? Rap tap tap”. I reluctantly get out of the car and g...
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Hugs and stuff «
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. January 15, 2013. 8221; Asks the ProActive billboard. “Sign up for a 3-year text plan and be entered to win a bar of gold! 8221; she wants to know. “27 and you aren’t married? I use this moment to assure her I am not a social pariah but indeed many people in Canada don’t get married until their 30’s or later! 8221; says his son loudly. I’m charmed. The good, the bad and the hairy. The Curse of the Snake and Indian Mysticism →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Silence is so sweet. (2 of 2) «
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. Silence is so sweet. (2 of 2). February 10, 2013. I ponder the information that keeps unfolding slowly around this tragic event. I think about the fear and repulsion that I initially felt and how I feel about it now, with this new information. How it’s been given a new meaning. Silence is so sweet. (1 of 2). My best stories always happen on the bus. →. March 3, 2013 at 1:38 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. We are all a little confused. March 9, 2013. India is confused about sexuality. Let me give you an example. At the train station. To my left is a booth with “Woman and Children’s Help Centre” written across it in bold lettering. The booth is empty except for two people. A woman taking shelter from the men on the platform and a woman in uniform almost hidden behind a pile of paperwork. I think I’m confused too. March 2, 2013. The Sycamore – Wendell Berry.
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We are all a little confused. «
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. We are all a little confused. March 9, 2013. India is confused about sexuality. Let me give you an example. At the train station. To my left is a booth with “Woman and Children’s Help Centre” written across it in bold lettering. The booth is empty except for two people. A woman taking shelter from the men on the platform and a woman in uniform almost hidden behind a pile of paperwork. I think I’m confused too. The Sycamore – …. March 9, 2013 at 11:49 pm.
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. Monthly Archives: February 2013. My best stories always happen on the bus. February 12, 2013. This bus ride, I am full of thoughts and contemplations as we speed down the winding roads. I count crazy things in the back of trucks like how I used to play the license plate game during road trips as a kid. 1) A pickup truck full of pineapple. The sweet smell battles it’s way on to the bus fighting gas and exhaust fumes. Rebecca, the girl from the retreat, had tol...
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It takes days to go these miles. «
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. It takes days to go these miles. January 26, 2013. Kerala Backwaters. Bright red nets on a big green ship. I am completely over privileged and handing out samosas to street urchins to ease my conscious. I go home with tears in my eyes like total jackass and wondering why I opened up that can of worms. If one is to give selflessly it has to come from a bigger place but how? The Curse of the Snake and Indian Mysticism. Pondicherry Boardwalk →. Notify me of new ...
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20-Something Angst and Travels Through India. March 2, 2013. The Sycamore – Wendell Berry. In the place that is my own place, whose earth. I am shaped in and must bear, there is an old tree growing,. A great sycamore that is a wondrous healer of itself. Fences have been tied to it, nails driven into it,. Hacks and whittles cut in it, the lightning has burned it. There is no year it has flourished in. That has not harmed it. There is a hollow in it. That is its death, though its living brims whitely.