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The Creaking Chair - Part I

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21 December 1997 This is just a veritable diary entry of an old man, so if you are sneaking through in anticipation of some covert tell tale, I suggest you turn to the diary entry on 16 August 1953 All that you'll get here is Cognitive Content.... Its already quarter past 6 in the morning, and in anticipation of the newspaper I follow my regular treading on the veranda... "Kamal !! Babuji is again outside,this early, Make him come in, you know how susceptible he is to the cold" I can hear bahu in her cajolery tongue, trying to wake Kamal from his morning slumber... When I was his age,I used to be up and running like a steaming engine by this time. I was in Bangalore then, at the center of a mushrooming entrepreneurial hub.. My mornings were mainly consumed in charting out the days work And by 7 I used to be onto the streets, riding on dreams, enterprisingly spirited.... "Dadaji,its cold outside,come in, I'll get you the paper when i...

The Negative

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It was a blessed chance I stumbled upon the negative, for years was it buried in the diary.. I had little remembrance of the puerile verses I had written in it, The only memories still intact were the nights the soliloquy were pend... Someone told me the law of attraction, 'The Secret' was it where I read it? Damn!I should have believed, A die hard rationalist I dun believe till I endure.. 2 weeks, 2 Kodachrome, Is it any sign?? Was it years back or just days, seems like a distant motion picture running in the backdrop... But I must come back to where I began, the negative... My dream.... Often i dream of a face that smiles, shaking me violently of my slumber, ever so subtly does the ambiance pass through my senses, spreading such tranquil, I dream again.... Good Morning.... As she ebbed closer, whispering mischievously in my ears... Before the first rays  of the morning sunlight, could dilate the pupils of my eye, her magnetic,intoxicati...