Tag: time
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A Meeting on Praed Street
She is sitting by the window and far away in her thoughts when the voice intrudes, asking quietly… “Excuse me, it’s Eve, isn’t it…?” She is sitting by the coffee house window, staring out at Praed Street and the passers-by who hurry against the rain. Hoods and high collars, hunched shoulders, plastic hats of…
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The Mind in Flight
It is three o’clock in the morning. I sit at my desk, the white screen of my monitor glaring at me defiantly, lost in the silence. There are so few moments like these, when the world around me is sleeping and I am not; when the eastern horizon is still black and the landborne stars…
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The Swami on the Hill
This morning, as I prepared for a day filled with nothing in particular, I watched a nubile young person on the television demonstrating some torturous poses which she dubbed as ‘Yoga’. Later, in the shower, I started thinking back – always a mistake when you’ve so many years to think back upon. Bathrooms do that…
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