The Prophet
Sometimes a phase in one's life ceases, and one ceases with it. The strip of LSD in the head got burnt out.
Like she toasted to you, May you find all that there, that you did not find here.
Nagarbhavi. Strawberry Fields. Legala. Amma's. Aishwarya Bakery. Rohini. Surya Terrace. Wine Ocean. Projects. EMC. LnD. DisCo. SDGM. Jagannath Iyer. Spiritus. Moot Courts. JayGo. Lizzy. Nandi the Mutt. Sudhir. If any of these sound familiar, we might be friends yet.
Monday, October 01, 2007
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As she toasted.
There are so many things about that day that could have happened differently. But it didnt. And I dont think I'll ever forget the scene I saw that night.
He's gone. I cannot beleive it, and havent slept since. I havent cried too, but I Dont know why.
Somehow, he seemed indestructable, as Surd said. Which is what hurts. And the fact that whatever they do to them, he wont come back.
If anyone who's known him sees this, I dont know what I'll give to hear "enondu, niggers?" once more........
The least we can do is make sure he is never forgotten.
Siddu beka?
hey scarlett! if its ok with you, tell me who you are...
:D :D
A lot of people have asked me that; but none so frankly.
Sorry, I might endanger my life by such revelation. But, why do you wish to know?
Hmmm. Well, I see nothing's changed here. How do you manage such anonymity, Scarlett? Poor Aditi.
I trust people to help me keep the identity a secret, my dear Saint; if you know what I mean. :)
It seems to have worked thus far.
Indeed.
:D well i just wanted to add a link to ur blog on mine. since all other entries there are names, that's why i asked. [stupid me] didn't mean to intrude, sorry.
Do link me as Law School Chronicles.
Thank you. :)
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