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  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: “The chain and three dice”

    I bought the chain with my eyes Perhaps throwing things from your eyes into the luxurious of the objects that we see as one and what we live with as ...

    Mar 1, 2009


These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah