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Jan.14.2013
  At 3 am, the phone rang. This was a few years ago. “Hi, how are you?” I was groggy and the male voice unfamiliar, unsure. I should have hung up. Instead, I said, “I don’t think I know you.” There was a short pause and then, “But I do. I am Lt. Commander X, and I want to talk with you.” Why...
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Jan.02.2013
"Where do we begin?" "Never thought about it. Perhaps, at the beginning?" "Where is that?" "The point from where we start." "What is the start, or a start? Can you describe it? What does it look like, feel like?" "Dew on leaves..." "That is the beginning of the end. It will dry. It has no start...
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Nov.26.2012
    Sadness beckons Nameless Blameless  I reach its door  Grasp  Gasp  Naked it stands  Clasps my hands  Throttles throat  Swallows oath  We pour together  Tears  Fears  It is too late  Leave  Me  Spaces...
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Oct.31.2012
"He wants to see the actor's mind in a shot." Actress Tabu said this about Ang Lee who has directed her in 'Life of Pi'. It was so beautifully put, but what does it really mean? Is the actor's mind reflecting the character or her/himself? Or, is one superimposed on the other?  Can one see...
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Oct.22.2012
“I thought we were going somewhere.” “Somewhere tires me.” “Then how about somewhere else?” “Else? As in, ‘or else’…”? “This is not a threat.” “Everything is a threat.” “Going somewhere of your choice cannot be a threat.” “Making choices is a threat.” “It means you have choices.” “It can also...
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Sep.18.2012
I could hear a scratchy sound like someone clearing a bad throat. I turned it around, gave it a push, adjusted the cord. The edgy noise became a whimper. Dragging it a bit, its face towards me, it quietened down. When I bought the pedestal fan, it was the time I was pretty much writing in...
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Aug.21.2012
Is “What did you surf last night?” akin to a metaphysical query? Is your use of the internet no different from how you introspect and the answers you get from it? Scientific research has once again stretched it, although now it concerns what we do every day. I am not dismissing the...
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Aug.09.2012
Don’t you love Fifty Shades of Grey? The title, I mean. It reminds me of lengthened shadows. The sea at night under the moonlight. Slabs of cement piled upon one another, each darkened a little more by weight. Old aluminium foils. Smoke rising from fire and disappearing. Dispersed ashes....
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Jul.26.2012
Every knock mentored me: knock on the door, knock in the face, on the knuckles, knocked knees from fright, knocks at the dead of night and in daylight’s sharp rays. I learned from bruises how to heal. Was there no one to place ice packs, apply balm, and wrap gauze on wounds? Of course, there...
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Jul.08.2012
Balconies have a funny way of looking like life. The openness that allows you to look at the sky, but not escape to it. We are not birds, but our feathers are often ruffled. And then sitting in the half-open, like a person just woken up from sleep, the balcony brings in invigorating tea. It is hot...