Because it's never really going away, is it?

Outside, as darkness fell, a feeling of insecurity long forgotten has returned to haunt the city's residents.

"This is what it used to be like in the '80s," says long-time Delhi resident Bharti Singh, recalling the days when Delhi was hit by a wave of Sikh militancy.

"We thought it was behind us."

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In the quiet night

The floor before my bed is bright:
Moonlight - like hoarfrost - in my room.
I lift my head and watch the moon.
I drop my head and think of home.

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She sat down ... that we all might stand up

The real reason of my not standing up was I felt that I had a right to be treated as any other passenger. We had endured that kind of treatment for too long.

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Starting on a Brave New World

Utopias appear to be much easier to realize than one formerly believed. We currently face a question that would otherwise fill us with anguish: how to avoid their becoming definitively real?

[ 24 October 2005 6:15 pm submitted by Unknown | 1 comments | Post your own? ]

Because, hey, you know - Life IS Beautiful

You can lose all your points for any one of three things. One: If you cry. Two: If you ask to see your mother. Three: If you're hungry and ask for a snack! Forget it!

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Oughtn't to be touched

And maybe some things oughtn't to be touched.
Even with time, some dreams never merge into reality.
My own fire has made me too warm.
Warm stranger, I’m not your cold friend.

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Such small portions

There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.

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Life's like that, sometimes

Violence
Like this is beautiful
Living in the world
All day long I sing
My nursery songs

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And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

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