Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Monday, September 29, 2008

Coffee

“You know, its time one gets along.”
“There's always time for another coffee.”
“You've had two already.”
“One more won't hurt.”
“This coffee's blech. We'll get better coffee there.”
“No way. This coffee's great.”
“”Don't tell me. It's muddy water, that's what it is.”
“That's what the coffee is like there.”
“Oh come on! Don't kid me. This coffee is nothing like the stuff there.”
“Ha! Why won't you say so. They give you the good coffee, and us the bad.”
“Why would they do that? That place exists for you, remember!”
“What a great joke! Perhaps I should laugh. Ha Ha Ha!”
“You know, you shouldn't make fun of the place that's going to be your home.”
“For the next seven years, and rigorous, too! I know, I know.”
“Well, maybe another coffee. It's your last, as a free man. Maybe that makes all the difference to you.”

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