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		<title>Desolation Angels</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What started off as a casual idea of us doing a road trip together soon snowballed into a plan and set off several things in motion. Over the course of 5 months, I got my US tickets, the visa and &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/190">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Lost&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A quart of whiskey. A pack of cigarettes. Life pissed away while waiting for something to happen. Loneliness. Hysteria of being alone. The search. The failure. The pretensions. The sadness. End it all. Drink it away. Wish you don&#8217;t wake &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/186">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Turn the Page</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Change is good :) My apologies to all those people who had the patience to read my ramblings and post their wonderful opinions. I could not hold on to the comments. But sometimes its best to let go of the &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/175">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
		<description><![CDATA[⁯I still remember that evening over Coober Pedy. The sun setting against the backdrop of a lazy mining town with a hundred dimly lit homes bracing themselves to see through yet another night. We were weary travelers back then&#8230; It &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/170">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Evenings in Paradise</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The joint was burning out at a blazing speed as he took suffocating long drags, the smoke from which burnt everything along the way &#8211; at least whatever was left. In one final exhale he let go of the smoke, &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/164">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Traveling Through&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hundreds of palm trees crowding out a small mud-house as if waiting for the perfect time to encroach. The house itself lies obliquely along a small hillock overlooking the rail tracks. It seems completely oblivious to the drone of the &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/163">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Still There</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Somewhere along those blessed roads, a lone traveler must be tearing through that calm blanket of darkness. Somewhere near the Ayers rock, life must have unraveled its great mystery. Someone must have ordered his last pint of beer at the &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/162">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Made by Men, Touched by God</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mumbai airport. Terminal 2. Gate 7. I&#8217;m finally here. It all started off as a drunken babble. Or it must have been something similar. The fact is it all happened so long back that I&#8217;ll need another drink to delve &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/161">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Stoned</title>
		<description><![CDATA[That evening I sat and I wrote and I wrote and a million different ideas would pour into my head. Thoughts about why someone never thought of these ideas. They would be discoveries and inventions never attempted. They were ideas &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/160">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Finagle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And that&#8217;s how you keep going on; through fever, illness, bad health; tired, battered and bruised but still trying to stand tall looking your best. And half the life passes away in this endeavor. But what&#8217;s left of you then? &#8230; <a href="http://www.drumster.net/archives/159">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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