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By: Something in common | m a n u s c r y p t s

Something in common | m a n u s c r y p t s — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 03:58:06 +0000

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By: blokes

blokes — Sat, 16 Jul 2005 02:27:00 +0000

beautifully written, manu! i m a melange- make my own pickles & jam but eat out weekly:)

By: manuscrypts

manuscrypts — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 04:59:00 +0000

NHB: point to ponder!

alpha: thank u… nice to c u around

By: manuscrypts

manuscrypts — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 04:58:00 +0000

sqrl/nt: i guess, fiction had some constraints too

cc: thanx

By: manuscrypts

manuscrypts — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 04:56:00 +0000

silverine: but dont u think they’ll be missing out on a whole lot of stuff?? i guess its about winning some and losing some..

austere: hey, me too, around 6th, 7th.. and once i used a permanent black marker on the text!!

By: alpha

alpha — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 00:34:00 +0000

I loved it. Manu, you rock man.

By: NoHairBrain

NoHairBrain — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 21:24:00 +0000

I am in between the two .. and twice removed from them both ..

By: cc

cc — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 18:31:00 +0000

Amazing post Manu! I love the way your way of putting things, especially hte period! thing Way to go!

By: sqrl/nt

sqrl/nt — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 17:06:00 +0000

nice! moving away from the third person short stories, but remaining as insightful and entertaining as ever.

I think my parents were caught in the gap, but leaned to the second gen(thinking wise..not technologically), and I am still wondering where I am.. since I dont have a life to balance, it doesnt matter.:)

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Wed, 13 Jul 2005 17:03:00 +0000

bravo!
i remem when i was in 4th std or so markers used to be wooow so heaven sent and bore a invisible tag that said “phoren ka maal”
and now?
still- good or bad, who knows – as tht chinese story goes.
austere