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Gifting at Christmas

Posted by: lilliandcosta on: December 18, 2008

Gifting at Christmas

In many parts of America and Europe and probably some other places of the world, but definitely not India and Goa, gifting at Christmas is a big tradition. Browsing through the internet, I found that in the US at least, gifting at Christmas is a serious pre-occupation. Black Friday, Stampedes, taking loans for [...]

Not Bangalore this Christmas

Posted by: lilliandcosta on: December 9, 2008

Not Bangalore this Christmas

Bangalore is not a city that celebrates any festival with that mad gusto that so characterizes festivals in the North of the country, particularly Delhi. I happened to be there for a short span of eight months, and Delhi sweeps you into a mood when it’s Holi, Diwali, Lori, Christmas, New Year [...]

Soon it will be Christmas Eve

Posted by: lilliandcosta on: December 8, 2008

Soon it will be Christmas Eve

India has a small Christian population, just 2%, so I really don’t think it is a big event across the country. Thought I know that the news channels wish the Christians a Merry Christmas and so will the President and Prime Minister. A tiny clip of the pope saying the [...]


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    The horizon in shades of green,Water tanks, blue and black,Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.Cloud 9 advertising its services,Who would think, it would need to?But it does,Its the recession.
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    oh why does my soul refuse to rest.it bounds up,against gravity,like there were thorns that pricked its underside.refusing it rest.oh my soul has a bloody breasta weary heartthat longs to rest,but somehow each night is dayin its unending search to run away.
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    I stare out,As the orange-pink of sunsetFades away into silhouettes,Large dark trees, rise upAnd the cold road leads away.The breeze whips at my face,The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,My heart feels the same,As it leaves sweet memories behind.Parting can never be harder.15th April 2009
  • Happy Women’s Day?.......... I beg your pardon
    Its 8th March, International Women’s DayBut she doesn’t know it.She wakes up at 6.00 a.m,like she has for the last 12 years,her mental clock and love for her family helps her up.she fills the rice into the cooker, chops up the vegetables in the yellow light of the bulb.The chickens in their coop stir, at the first break of light.the brass pot rolls down on t […]
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    I want to writeBut wordsTremble within meThen die.I dig through my memoryFor experiencesFor verseBut all I find is gooey morass.I yearn to riseBe the bestBut the forceEludes meA phantom. There they areThe first buds of springOr is it a mirageThe sightings of a deluded soul8th February 2008