tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post4170467341666946548..comments2023-12-24T08:35:20.551-05:00Comments on Do you see?: One Place To GoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post-22518890952232518762008-12-26T09:44:00.000-05:002008-12-26T09:44:00.000-05:00Abhi dear, you have such an interesting way of exp...Abhi dear, you have such an interesting way of expressing yourself. really like it! a serpent close to one's heart must be a very dangerous game :-)... For me it's probably as close as a pet lizard... or a wound i want to have healed and yet keep scrtaching and bleeding! Do let me know what you ahve new on your blog.fleuve-souterrainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02671460507098082150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post-40519754832152035552008-12-26T07:09:00.000-05:002008-12-26T07:09:00.000-05:00It smells of light nostalgia... nostalgia like the...It smells of light nostalgia... nostalgia like the breath of a serpent close to one's heart... loved yet dangerous...<BR/><BR/>How do you do it?Abhinav Mauryahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02244238556311290748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post-90619002601207656002008-12-21T14:08:00.000-05:002008-12-21T14:08:00.000-05:00Ritua must read for me... visit your blog soon swe...Ritu<BR/>a must read for me... visit your blog soon sweetie! Thanks for the encouragement...fleuve-souterrainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02671460507098082150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post-8767821373456127682008-12-20T12:13:00.000-05:002008-12-20T12:13:00.000-05:00Funny, I did a prose bit today itself on a similar...Funny, I did a prose bit today itself on a similar subject - urban vs rural India. Loved the poem. The play of imagery is fascinatingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post-38853805771605367262008-12-20T08:08:00.000-05:002008-12-20T08:08:00.000-05:00Thanks Joy! That's how it has always been for me, ...Thanks Joy! That's how it has always been for me, an india mixed up in its new mores and old values and somehow it continues... and therefore, writing this poem came very natural to me... I kind of sat down and did a 15 min job, not usual of my work!fleuve-souterrainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02671460507098082150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post-22451562346752248632008-12-19T13:29:00.000-05:002008-12-19T13:29:00.000-05:00I sent off the poem to poetswhoblog.blogspotcom af...I sent off the poem to poetswhoblog.blogspotcom after reading about their 12 Days of poetry project... lovely pieces there one must check out. This is what Sara of poetswhoblog wrote back to me:<BR/><BR/>"I really like it. I like how it explores a culture different than my own. It makes me think of what this time of year means for people all around the world, and not just in my backyard.<BR/>Thanks for taking part in our Twelve Days of Christmas project.<BR/> <BR/>You will be Day Nine.<BR/> <BR/>Sara"<BR/><BR/>I'm waiting with baited breath. Nice holiday touch for me.fleuve-souterrainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02671460507098082150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713026153139997437.post-40256875864200646072008-12-19T12:57:00.000-05:002008-12-19T12:57:00.000-05:00Amazing the images that come to mind here, traditi...Amazing the images that come to mind here, traditional & old India mixed with modernity - the unfed Santa mixed with puja grains & burning incense sticks around ravishing firepits.Joy Leftowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03700619411586350136noreply@blogger.com