Sunday, July 21, 2002
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TENTATIVELY, the sky shot a handful of aqua pellets. Some dimpled the loose earth, others bounced off rocks or tumbled into crevices while a handful sizzled and burnt themselves on the scalding tar of the road. The sky’s forehead darkened as it roared its disapproval. A breeze quickly rustled up to fan the heat away as the load-bearing clouds impatiently milled around growling their displeasure. Naval
museums give glimpse of maritime history |
Was
the Prophet misunderstood? Blend
it like Chadha ON THE SANDS OF TIME —
1987 CELLULOID CHIT-CHAT |
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