Question : Why doesn't wood melt?

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World Affairs

This is a reaction to some posts on the 26/11 attack and other numero-nymous attacks including but not limited to men with guns, men with rocket launchers, men with gamchas, men with vermillion thumbs and no love for alcohol, men... bah!

The world is about to end. And people are playing jingalika jinga, doing whatever they want! I am considering settling in New Zealand, but am afraid i'll have to show a lot of zeal. Sweden then, perhaps. Yes, I was saying the world is about to end, but am not in any particular hurry. No general hurry either, because......(down-arrow symbol) I was told by some sources at google that the earth is on its last legs. Which threw me off for a while as I had always seen the earth as a spherical object doing elliptical turnabouts the sun. Legs was news to me, but then as I came to terms with the usage of metaphor I digested the facts - We have only about one tenth of our lifespan left before the sun gets too hot and fries the beejeesus out of us. (beejeesus being water here) About 500 million years. Which is frightfully long and will eventually turn out to be a bore of the most gigantamous propotions. So, like I was saying in no hurry, people are doing whatever they want and as you can see I am a nihilist.

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Blah..

If no one can know you,
That is true of the other too.
And when one knows,
This truth, it shows,
Because then, what you see is exactly what you take.
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Supernova

As he tossed and turned in his fevered attempt at sleep, his thoughts must have circled around how she had gone away for too long the last time around.
Earlier that day, he had woken to a virus addled morning and had found her gone. She would return soon, he had been told.

Now while sleep, set to the pleasant drone of a hurriedly imagined story took over, he floundered in the dark for my face and on finding it said, in a little boy voice "Don't leave me".
My heart broke into a hundred pieces and slid down my cheek as a solitary tear. Arjun, my 2 year old son slept hugging me all night as I wished that the joy he will transform into when Mama returns from her Bombay work trip tomorrow, envelopes his entire life.




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