Posted by vivek in Uncategorized. The police station looked eerie. The building reminded me of those colonial buildings from India painted in red. We went inside and saw some cops drying silk yarn. Were these really cops? The tunnel was long and appeared never ending. Who were these people and where were they taking us? Was I conned into this? I was thankful we all were safe at least. The insurance would take care of the car.

Technology, Politics and Sports entertains me. But all are lovable and pleasant. Live like there is no tomorrow. There is nothing called irrational. Monday, March 21, 2011. Freakonomics - barbed wire, bricks and . Some portions of coastal Karnataka region have seen a sudden increase in the demand for barbed wires, bricks, cement etc. Back to the question - why an increase in demand for barbed wires, bricks and cement suddenly? .

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Posted by subtlescribler in poetry. An empty sky and a hollow me. A silent night and that still tree. I look above and memories unwind. Little by little they flow over my mind. A persistent pain and curbed desires. A deep dark past and burning fires. All mingle wid the blowing wind. Surrounding air feels chilly and dry. Feels like a dead soul, not even a sigh. And suddenly as if by a magical string. The winds turn cool and soothing within.