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Of Slippers, Rings, And Other Such Trinkets

The philosopher Blaise Pascal once remarked, “Cleopatra’s nose, had it been shorter, the whole face of the world would have been changed.” Something tells me it wasn’t just the nose that would have changed the history of the world. A nose ring perhaps.

Just take a gander through history and literature and look at the havoc created by the various accessories women use to adorn themselves. Maybe it wasn’t havoc all the time, but you have to admit that the various trinkets women wear have played significant roles in many tales.

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The Chromosome Chronicles

Sunday Morning Conversation

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The XY Chromosome in its natural habitat

9 am. 

XX Chromosome: So I take Daughter #2 to dance class and will be back by 10.30.   Let’s make it brunch today. There is no time for a separate breakfast and lunch. Unless you want to grab a bowl of cereal. Read the rest of this entry

Post 101- Looking Back with Gratitude

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WordPress tells me this is my 101st post. Wow! The day I started blogging, way back in November 2006, I never dreamed I would get this far. It all began far, far away in a land called Rediffiland. The Ilanders were a motley crowd of wonderful people. Some of the best blogger friends I made were early dwellers of this mystic place. We all came together, supporting, motivating and being there for each other as we learnt the ropes of blogging. Somewhere along the way, the place unravelled and most of us migrated to WordPress or Blogger. But the friendships that sprouted there haven’t faded away. They merely spilled over to Facebook and continue to thrive.   Read the rest of this entry

The Foot on the Rock – The Story of Kanyakumari Devi

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Her fingers danced nimbly on the wet sand and she looked down upon the result. Funny how those few squiggles could hold her captive, as once again she sat entranced at the sight of his name. That feeling was as fresh as ever even after all these years. As fresh as the strange feelings that awoke in her the first time she saw him, striding by the waves.

Image Courtesy: Kumar Mullakkal

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He had seemed lost, looking for something or someone. His eyes wore a haunted look, muddled, wild and stormy as the seas on a full moon night. Something just broke in her that day when he came to a standstill in front of her and stared into her eyes. It seemed like all the torture in the world came to roost in those eyes. Pain, inexplicable and unbearable was etched into every pore of his being.

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