tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post7724619225334813051..comments2009-09-27T05:42:23.166+01:00Comments on Tangerine Trees and Marmalade Skies: PlinthWrijuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794890487028738174noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-28293076085828334662009-09-27T05:42:23.166+01:002009-09-27T05:42:23.166+01:00Inanities.
That's what they precisely are. Th...Inanities. <br />That's what they precisely are. That word, should be put in double quotes, underlined and written in capital letters.You go near them, take a whiff and feel that your pungent bathtub is a better place to be in, after exactly ten minutes. That's what I felt when I was there. I wish I was there with you to tell you that in person. <br />But on the other hand, that could have been quite awkward, with the principal inanity looking at me and evaluating me. <br />I would have liked to see the person on the plinth. Last year, she was quite beautiful. But then again, that was when I had just landed quite naive, without any ideas of the complexities of the postcolonial predicament.Vasuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328507690873687935noreply@blogger.com