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Cribs and a Few of My Favourite Things. Saturday, September 5, 2009. Every time we say good bye I die a little. Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little. The Gods above and the earth below. Not on my side any more. Why else would they conspire to let you go. The Hate towel now soaking wet and heavy. Makes the Love towel seem small and dry. Every time that we say goodbye. The treacherous heart says this too shall pass. Look how everything usually does. Says the times will roll and tears will dry.

Books, Movies, Design, Web Standards, and the Open Source Revolution. Found some crap in my notes folder. All I remember is that I wrote it in a single stretch. If you find any sense in it talk to me. Most nights I lay awake pretending to sleep. They come right when the sub-conscious .

A little bit of this and that. October 30, 2011 by piyu. Lots of stuff going on. I have been seriously contemplating doing photography more seriously. Our first ever weekend trip by car.

Chasing the echoes of the past. I am tempted at times. To look back at the path I have walked. As distant echoes call out to me. I see ghosts whose footsteps haunt me. So many versions of me. Each discarded as I tried. So hard to move on. A clay mask on me now. Hardened by the fire I slept by. With cracks on it as it begins to crackle. Turning to dust in the blaze.

The day I get bored of the mundane things in life is the day I turn into the oldest being on Earth. My Camelot - In Ruins. Last night I lost a friend. Or maybe he lost me;. This habit of mine seems catching -. Losing friends has become easier day by day;. And I agonise over nightmares. Or the ones I have. Are all those I do not care for;. Then I remember a few names. And repeat them to myself.