like a fish on a hook and out of water, an angel woke me up and said i was gasping for air. i am sneezing less now but that does not mean i am as right as rain. far from it actually.
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: (i) big sister was trying to convey a message but the air was cloudy and she was only but a dim shadow. (ii) stuck in a room full of corporate whores. most of them aged above fifty and it was almost hilarious to see their disgusted faces after the obligatory -kiss on the right cheek kiss on the left cheek routine- when the term death is mentioned. (iii) at a north indian restaurant with dad. and the other patronizers were from bengalore and we saw no coloured turbans. only black and white. :
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for someone who actually looks after her diet and health and general well being, falling ill is perhaps (logically) a test of faith and principles and belief.
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