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Suhasini Srihari
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Seeker of curious epiphanies!
Seeker of curious epiphanies!

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Text-Poesy ~~~ Parrot & Pandabear
Text-Poesy ~~~ Parrot & Pandabear
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“Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from taking chances with your life?”
- Mo Yan

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Large-Hearted Gentleman
Tracing tiger’s pugmarks
Tracing tiger’s pugmarks
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Please be supportive!

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Well... What do you think?
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“Don’t explain. Your friends do not need it, and your enemies will not believe you.”

“One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche

“Bradley Headstone, in his decent black coat and waistcoat, and decent white shirt, and decent formal black tie, and decent pantaloons of pepper and salt, with his decent silver watch in his pocket and its decent hair-guard round his neck, looked a thoroughly decent young man of six-and-twenty. He was never seen in any other dress, and yet there was a certain stiffness in his manner of wearing this, as if there were a want of adaptation between him and it, recalling some mechanics in their holiday clothes. He had acquired mechanically a great store of teacher's knowledge. He could do mental arithmetic mechanically, sing at sight mechanically, blow various wind instruments mechanically, even play the great church organ mechanically. From his early childhood up, his mind had been a place of mechanical stowage. The arrangement of his wholesale warehouse, so that it might be always ready to meet the demands of retail dealers history here, geography there, astronomy to the right, political economy to the left—natural history, the physical sciences, figures, music, the lower mathematics, and what not, all in their several places—this care had imparted to his countenance a look of care; while the habit of questioning and being questioned had given him a suspicious manner, or a manner that would be better described as one of lying in wait. There was a kind of settled trouble in the face. It was the face belonging to a naturally slow or inattentive intellect that had toiled hard to get what it had won, and that had to hold it now that it was gotten. He always seemed to be uneasy lest anything should be missing from his mental warehouse, and taking stock to assure himself.”
- Charles Dickens
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