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The mad man
what in us the teaching thorn the hardened rock the wonted morn for him the swaying of a tender leaf in his heart and he dreaming of suns far from our sight; moments which lost their light in our lives, for him, the delights of delight unfading they made their homes in his mind and…
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Lacuna
The eternity of a farewell rests in their love. Time loves Lacuna but all they say to each other is farewell. They are ever bidding farewell to each other and in farewells they exist. Time relentlessly runs from the past to the future: past-future, past-future, past-future… The ending of one farewell is the beginning of…
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Hope Beckett is not turning in his grave
The term ‘research’ being in itself so momentous, a research journal supposedly should be filled with scholarly ramblings or field observations. My journal, however, also contains a section on memories. While memories are necessarily selective and private, we are not unknown to their pleasures when shared… So here’s a glimpse of a memory from my…
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CORRIDORS OF TIME AND THE WITNESSES
The eucalyptuses swayed, embraced and kissed, and swayed away. The wind blew harder and they swayed again, this time embracing each other for a longer moment before they swayed apart. On the backyard, I stood amidst the bamboos and wilderness, withdrawn from the world, my eyes following the movements of the two eucalyptuses. The wind…




