Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Putting my home in a backpack?
Somewhere there has been the invasion of my physical space, the space that I call home it is as if, souls that are not at rest, the dark forces have made their home and my entire house is sagging by their weight. Then disaster struck, the painters came calling. When we had to pull the…
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#Impact of Road Safety
#TataZikaMarathon,#Impact When we were being introduced to Zica at Goa, they talked about safety, and the airbag, it then struck to me that the automobile makers were taking care of the drivers, and pedestrians but the drivers and pedestrians did not really care. So when BlogAdda invited us to write about what would be the…
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At the Grief Circl
#LifeWithoutYou It was the grief circle, and Mrigank Singhal was saying “You have just lost someone; you can either grieve about the person, or smile over the time shared with the person. Or you can do both,” Kangana wondered what she was doing here … her mind kept drifting to the night of 30th…
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Not My Circus Not My Monkey
1993 the fresher’s welcome at the Management department those days included the faculty families, the four of us were sitting quietly watching every one, Rajchechi in a saree of the Dadar Market kind, Nupur in a salwar kameez of the Chandigarh sector something kind, Geeta with a salwar kurta of the paalika bazaar kind and…
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Appearances can be deceptive
I am capable off, decapitating you if need be…. The Madras mail left the Mangalore platform. Sheela sat by her window seat if you stretched her you would max-out at 4ft.9” since she was extremely fair she kind of came across as frail. She also had a disarrayed hair which would give any temple priest…
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