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	<title>Misfits Inc</title>
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	<description>Misfit. Misunderstood. Mistake. Misdemeanor. Me</description>
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		<title>Haiku</title>
		<description>So, I decided to try my hand at Haiku with no regard to technique...

Time:

When the sand trickles down

My mind rushes

Like a little fish

Chased by a large shark

Angle:

An arching curve

lying flat on the ground

how often ignored

Poor, directionless feet

 

Solitude

The sun shines carefully

Through a canopy of trees

A lonely leaf hangs

on the bare branches

Reality

A ...</description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=163</link>
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		<title>i&#8217;m leaving</title>
		<description>Bye Bye Bangalore.

The next four months in Mumbai. And after that?

Life I suppose </description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=162</link>
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		<title>Well.</title>
		<description>Been on a fic reading marathon for a month now.

GREAT escape from reality.

A reality which includes a year worth of research work.

I.Am.Screwed.

Please let my guide forgive me? </description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=161</link>
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		<title>Cash</title>
		<description>The day is warm and sleepy. The village lies under the sun, the fields slowly baking in the heat of summer. Kishan takes one last look around the fields – the earth is cracked brown like Madura’s feet, the stalks are withered and dying – before returning home for his ...</description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=160</link>
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		<title>Uh huh</title>
		<description>I've been very bad at blogging, I know.

There's something about a new laptop (yep!), sudden influx of work, and a writing spree (because of my new 'paper' journal!)

Yep. I've rediscovered the joys of writing on paper :)

Slightly dickensian...I'd like some feedback

Home

So this was to be his new home.

The station lay, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=159</link>
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		<title>Infinite</title>
		<description>I am part of this bewildering multiplicity that is the cosmos.

I can feel stars, glowing in my chest, mountains pushing out of my mind and life, struggling to live in this body prison.

And history, carving the paths ahead, and history wiping out the road behind.

And constant effort, and ideas and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=158</link>
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		<title>Cuz there&#8217;s no place like&#8230;</title>
		<description>I'm home.

Slept. Ate. Slept some more.

Hanging out with old friends, watching really random movies which I randomly liked, breaking my head over whether I should do Nanowrimo or not.

I've decided i shall.

And now. A drabble.

Mirror.

The day is weak but the bed has gone cold.

She stares into the mirror, hair hanging ...</description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=157</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s been exam time</title>
		<description>And I havent slept for a week.

Yesterday. Shopping at Colaba. Beer at Leopolds. A jamming session back in the room.

I like my life :) </description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=156</link>
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		<title>NanoWrimo</title>
		<description>So I'm toying around with the idea of taking it up this year.

No plot bunnies in the horizon, though. Unless you count the really inane idea of a struggling writer trying to write 50,000 words in a month but is combating writers block as well.

Sounds familiar, doesn't it.

Generally exams inspire ...</description>
		<link>http://www.misfit.inamorata.nu/?p=155</link>
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		<title>Indifference, the defence of the frightened</title>
		<description>If I don't take a stand, does that mean that I'm indifferent?

Or maybe I'm just frightened to say what I really believe.

Or even think what I really believe.

If I don't discuss, if I don't talk, does it mean that I have nothing to say? </description>
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