Monthly Archives: May 2012

  1. Single Servings…

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    23/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I learnt this phrase from the movie Fight Club. Like almost everything about the story this too was a succinct …
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  2. Her…


    15/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The sky was the bluest blue With tiny white flecks, While you and me were a story Written under distress. …
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  3. Those Tony Loners!

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    11/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The beads of sweat dance upon my brow as I labour under the Baking Sun. They drip and plop upon …
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  4. Forgiveness be thy bane!

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    10/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The princely cat, from across the Room, asked the filthy rat how He felt. The filthy rat gave a distressed …
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  5. Blip…Blip…Blip…

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    05/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Everyday is a tiny morose reminder to where our world is going. Yeah, of course, there are the good things …
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