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The true tragedy of a routinely spent life is that its wastefulness does not become apparent until it is too late ... Nirmal ~ p.144
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She imagined the animals circling drowsily, listening to echoes pinging through the water, painting pictures in three dimensions - images that only they could decode.
The thought of experiencing your surroundings in that way never failed to fascinate her: the idea that to 'see' was also to 'speak' to others of your kind, where simply to exist was to communicate.
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In contrast, there was the immeasurable distance that separated her from Fokir. What was he thinking about as he stared at the moonlit river? Whatever it was, she would never know: not just because they had no language in common but because that was how it was with human beings, who came equipped, as a species, with the means of shutting each other out ... Piya ~ p.159




another itch scratched...