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Raven's Bough: A way of life.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008. A way of life. I asked the waiter, 'Is there a seat for one? Just when a spell is about to take place, that magical world shuts me out, shoving me into the mundane world to attend to the honking bearer, with a pen and a scribbling pad. 'Your order, sir? Oh But its worth it. mmmm. I began brooding. Reminiscing. My way of life. I used to write. I used to draw. I used to read. I used to work with computers. I could cook. Strange so they come here to do their homework too! I could s...
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Raven's Bough: August 2008
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008. Quote n Quote: 3. Romance at short notice was her speciality. This is from. you know what. I am not gonna tell you. If you did not know which story this is from. I will never forgive you. (You were spared because I dont swear in my blog! PS I am having dreams again. No. Not nightmares. Just dreams. But dreams are tiresome. I wake up tired when I dream. :(. PPS The line, by the way, is from. O! Just figure it out yourself! Tuesday, August 12, 2008. Quote n Quote: 2. Its alright&#...
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Raven's Bough: Zephyra
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Tuesday, September 09, 2008. Cant tell you what it took to reach here. It was a tiny two page story based on a fancy I had two years back and now it blew up into huge story. Never wrote a story this big till date. And I am afraid I might have dragged a little too much and made the story boring. But, honestly, most of it is patched up from bouts of spontaneity. I have put the entire story in one page. Http:/ shortnovelzephyra.blogspot.com/. My best. my love. A way of life. J (so she calls herself).
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Raven's Bough: some announcements
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Friday, September 05, 2008. I decided to put whole stories and poems and other whole works here and move my other muses and the rest of the material to another blog, the link to which you will find under My Journal in the side. And I am also planning to add another blog where in I plan to re-tell stories: mostly mythologies and legends. Its more of an attempt to gather those stories than to express my talents in re-telling. My best. my love. A way of life. J (so she calls herself).
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Raven's Bough: the Nymph
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Saturday, March 10, 2007. The sun was gently red when she hears -. Felt like someone dear is in fears. Nervous and anxious and amidst the noise,. She was soon assured by a little voice. She walked into churchyard towards the tomb,. Where, in eternity, her mother slept. The little voice came from inside her womb,. Yea - where, her baby, she kept. She paced brisk strides into the coolin' meadow. The sun was so low, it blurred her shadow. Time still seemed so weird, for she was so anxious! The Tale of the E...
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Raven's Bough: November 2008
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Thursday, November 06, 2008. Just a small addition I am making to the chapter already existing in Zephyra, as the image hovers in my mind. The faded text is whats already there and the darker one is what is added. The cafe keeper raised his eye brows. Zephyra giggled and asked for a chocolate, No, not the Five Star, she likes Dairy Milk better. Put it on my tab, Joe, she said and ran. She reached the third door on the second floor and after a moments hesitation she raised her hand to knock. I am sorry...
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Raven's Bough: Vanitha (UnCut)
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Thursday, November 06, 2008. Just a small addition I am making to the chapter already existing in Zephyra, as the image hovers in my mind. The faded text is whats already there and the darker one is what is added. The cafe keeper raised his eye brows. Zephyra giggled and asked for a chocolate, No, not the Five Star, she likes Dairy Milk better. Put it on my tab, Joe, she said and ran. She reached the third door on the second floor and after a moments hesitation she raised her hand to knock. I am sorry...
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Pashunz: February 2008
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There exist things that u pursue till end with a strange admiration and excitement that u seldom care to look at the course u take. these things may be your hobbies, friends, ideologies . this space reflects the same. Monday, February 04, 2008. A place where tranquility, nature and veneration blend in an entrancing unity. This was an amazing retreat after the hustle-bustle of the first phase of the placement season. For 2 days after careful calculations and hit the road ultimately. Concord" . driving...
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Raven's Bough: July 2008
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Monday, July 28, 2008. From the valley of lost memories. This is a continuation from the article below. So may be you should read that first, the one named 'the contract in blood'. The revelation came down upon me like waves of the sea coming down on the shore. It would not be a surprise. They are so brutal. Savages. Strong and fast savages. But no. They were not fighting themselves, for a moment later I saw the warrior. Or rather a part of him. Wings. He had wings! What is happening to me? We sat on a t...
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Raven's Bough: April 2007
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Friday, April 06, 2007. In my garden bloom Roses,. That only wait and wilt. All of 'em in broken poses,. Waiting to be cut by a celt. On the earth lie those petals,. Thousands of them trodden (upon). Beauty, now in fetters,. Existence, now a burden. But, sure would one day,. That sun shine this way;. Yea, sure would come,. One adorable breeze,. To carry this fragrance home. This waitin’ and wiltin’ to cease. My best. my love. A way of life. J (so she calls herself). View my complete profile.
