I spoke to many many people today..inviting for wedding is very different. Same dialogue to be repeated more than 100 times...I speak to my fiance for hours and still we have billion more things to talk..its beautiful...the way the world tries to bring tow people together...I am wondering thinking of lot of things. The feeling of longing has now a bit smoothed and has turned to a sweet waiting. Looks like I have fallen like everyone else for this...it don't loo like just wedding anymore...the wedding is beautiful! As feb 9th approaches like its the day that will make it remember for all my life, I wait to hold the special hand forever.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
A new chapter
Its only about wedding these days.
Every talk, every call, every minute something about it.
It is so much fun.
Though I am not counting days, but funnily I can feel how close it is, just by seeing my face in mirror...there is that excitement.
Unusually I recently thought for few days if I closed all the past life without hurting anyone. I guess yes I did, I don't carry any guilt now. Even it pains less to think of parent's death. Though like it is real, they come everyday in my night's dream land, and live their life as they wish. I stopped looking meaning's for them. Sometimes nervous, sometimes in pain, but always trying to protect and take care of us. I think of them and of their wedding days. May be they were also like me, excited about every little thing.
I keep saying to myself, too much anything is not good in life. Even love. I learned to keep it in control and manage it over the time. Marriage hopefully should help me keep everything in track. You can't plan much, looks like there are too may things, better go with flow.
Standing by a shadowed tree
Pip asked Allie "Keep coming again"
Allie with her usual innocent smile, never replying, only to think "Why again?"
The long seen road ended in a while, and the new turn never shown the old roads
There she saw in front, not the road, but.....the ocean!
Every talk, every call, every minute something about it.
It is so much fun.
Though I am not counting days, but funnily I can feel how close it is, just by seeing my face in mirror...there is that excitement.
Unusually I recently thought for few days if I closed all the past life without hurting anyone. I guess yes I did, I don't carry any guilt now. Even it pains less to think of parent's death. Though like it is real, they come everyday in my night's dream land, and live their life as they wish. I stopped looking meaning's for them. Sometimes nervous, sometimes in pain, but always trying to protect and take care of us. I think of them and of their wedding days. May be they were also like me, excited about every little thing.
I keep saying to myself, too much anything is not good in life. Even love. I learned to keep it in control and manage it over the time. Marriage hopefully should help me keep everything in track. You can't plan much, looks like there are too may things, better go with flow.
Standing by a shadowed tree
Pip asked Allie "Keep coming again"
Allie with her usual innocent smile, never replying, only to think "Why again?"
The long seen road ended in a while, and the new turn never shown the old roads
There she saw in front, not the road, but.....the ocean!
Sunday, December 15, 2013
At Ramakrisna degree college, Bsc 1st year
Is a dream of a person a tibetian singing bowl? I have been listening to tibetian bowl for a while and last night fallen asleep listening to it. Looks like man started hunting to the olden methods of reliviing tensions. These bowls, Ayurvedic therapies, I feel like I will open my third eye with wisdom of peace. I do have strong beliefs on ancient therapies of healing, not the physical diseases that humsn face, but the balance that mind sometimes misses. May be some wave kind of thing will normaluse this fragile human breath. A teenderly balance. I feel like escaping somewhere while I need that kind of balance. But then, I feel just an exchange of oxygen and carbondioxide. I see my hands and think about their delicate ways and how they are managing with me in this life.
I watched jayam movie sometime back. Back then in 2003 I went to college to start my studies in an exactly college kind of place. Many girls and boys were from surrounding villages, wearing loosest shirts and pants, and white chappal with dusty feat, and girls with long hair, pleated in the sincere ways. Thursday all the girls wear yellow color dresses and jasmine flowers on their long hairs, walking with bent head. I like the fact that I enjoyed very much in that place. Very focussed on studies. Sincere to friends, love and studies. The movie actually reminded me of what boys do to impress girls. I find that movie quite shocking now. Nothing I heard of such love in many years. Coming to the point, in my class there was a boy who was exactly like jayam hero, and I remember watching him silently, while he never knew this. Actually me along with my close friend we both watched him in every class and discuss in which shirt he exactly looks more cute..he only wore two shirts in 6 months. After 6 months, we never saw him again. Donno what happened and we forgot him slowly. I never spoke to guys much in college, not even turn back and see who sits at which place. The only diagonal guy vanished and I in that small mind made some space for another story like this, which he will never knew. Believing life is still cute. - Bindu
I watched jayam movie sometime back. Back then in 2003 I went to college to start my studies in an exactly college kind of place. Many girls and boys were from surrounding villages, wearing loosest shirts and pants, and white chappal with dusty feat, and girls with long hair, pleated in the sincere ways. Thursday all the girls wear yellow color dresses and jasmine flowers on their long hairs, walking with bent head. I like the fact that I enjoyed very much in that place. Very focussed on studies. Sincere to friends, love and studies. The movie actually reminded me of what boys do to impress girls. I find that movie quite shocking now. Nothing I heard of such love in many years. Coming to the point, in my class there was a boy who was exactly like jayam hero, and I remember watching him silently, while he never knew this. Actually me along with my close friend we both watched him in every class and discuss in which shirt he exactly looks more cute..he only wore two shirts in 6 months. After 6 months, we never saw him again. Donno what happened and we forgot him slowly. I never spoke to guys much in college, not even turn back and see who sits at which place. The only diagonal guy vanished and I in that small mind made some space for another story like this, which he will never knew. Believing life is still cute. - Bindu
Friday, December 13, 2013
Going to be 2pm and I am waiting for second time DD at citibank. Luckily, I have a bank close to visa office. I went in and out of visa office 4 times since morning, I have been thinking if this guys will think I am crazy. No wonder I am having a crazy day, full of traffic jams, visa office all of a sudden say to pay by DD only, I have not eaten anything in the morning, went and had good lunch, while I return to visa office to know I have not typed some pvt ltd on the draft and they asked me to get last. Not exactly but I had this face on me. And I am sitting here writing this nonsense while my DD is getting ready. I have to hit on the same traffic road and reach office and work on elephant size work. No reply from my manager even after my long sad message. Nevermind, my last 5 days at office. Will through this DD on those poor faces and catch an empty train back home. In between, I also carried by mistake some passport xexox copies of others along with mine, and went once again in that old lift at international trade tower delhi.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
December 2013
I am writing first time from my new mobile, which I finally managed to buy a few days back. 14 more days to go back to Hyderabad, and almost bidding farewell everyday to friends here in Gurgaon. I am little too much, otherwise who feel bad like this, for the loss of all this friends, by me going from this place. Just hoping that they find some way to see craziness in life. I will sign off soon from here and gonna live jobless for a while. I called gati couriers this morning to ask. About luggage courier, and now I feel like shopping more. I open calender a lot. Again I think to myself, what is that I am so excited about going there. We are going Chandni chowk this Saturday, to eat food at karim's. It is a famous place I guess for non-vegeterian.
The Sun has climbed above my room window. I cannot see it now, but can feel its heat. It is an awesome feeling. Evenings are cold, very cold. I always miss Sun. But feeling seasons is a beauty of life. Happiness and sadness is also felt with changing seasons. I think of my Christmas in Bangalore. Wearing christmas cap, walking on mg road with some close friends. The whole road filled with colorful lights. People in cheerful moods, and I with craving for cake and some good food, hopping into some costly restaurant with no ir less money and coming back seeing the menu and prices, then I remember, we all say this line seeing the restaurant face..."we will come some day" and walk again with pride and fun. Life is so free. Do not complicate. Keep all the things simple. Don't give or take tension. Afterall, its one life for all of us.
The Sun has climbed above my room window. I cannot see it now, but can feel its heat. It is an awesome feeling. Evenings are cold, very cold. I always miss Sun. But feeling seasons is a beauty of life. Happiness and sadness is also felt with changing seasons. I think of my Christmas in Bangalore. Wearing christmas cap, walking on mg road with some close friends. The whole road filled with colorful lights. People in cheerful moods, and I with craving for cake and some good food, hopping into some costly restaurant with no ir less money and coming back seeing the menu and prices, then I remember, we all say this line seeing the restaurant face..."we will come some day" and walk again with pride and fun. Life is so free. Do not complicate. Keep all the things simple. Don't give or take tension. Afterall, its one life for all of us.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Trees till the blue twig makes its dream
9.30 A.M and I busily opened my laptop to play "tonight's gonna be goodnight"
that to night's gonna be a good good night..
Ok let me tell, I woke up this morning, feeling sad for person...almost felt like uff shit what did I do in my life...
Then I gotta feeling
Damn, I have dreams in life..
Real dreams, which I want to fulfill, want to fulfill, so strongly, that I had chosen people accordingly..I had dreams!
There I wake up realizing that not only I have done good thing in past to focus on something I really want, but also this dead brain, all of sudden got how much it's dream meant to me.
Drowning in the trap of myself
Feeling like feeling the heaven's feet
Ashamed of living
For that I laugh
Like there is piano or guitar in head, and god knows who is playing it
Mind in itself plays all nonsense pressing every crap button
Like a bombarding wave it freakishly evolves and there I keep that sheepish face
And face this god damn world, whose beauty is lying on the other side of the world, just like the other side of my brain
Either it turns or I keep my head the other side and walk
To seek, well not, to believe I am seeing the beauty side
That tiny little blue flower twig crawling over head and waist of all the trees and creepy making its space it the world...
Like a twig, which bends and curls when there is an obstruction for its growth, how far I reached crossing all those bends and curls..
Zipping the head, zipping the pants, zipping the writing fingers
I crawl another bark
that to night's gonna be a good good night..
Ok let me tell, I woke up this morning, feeling sad for person...almost felt like uff shit what did I do in my life...
Then I gotta feeling
Damn, I have dreams in life..
Real dreams, which I want to fulfill, want to fulfill, so strongly, that I had chosen people accordingly..I had dreams!
There I wake up realizing that not only I have done good thing in past to focus on something I really want, but also this dead brain, all of sudden got how much it's dream meant to me.
Drowning in the trap of myself
Feeling like feeling the heaven's feet
Ashamed of living
For that I laugh
Like there is piano or guitar in head, and god knows who is playing it
Mind in itself plays all nonsense pressing every crap button
Like a bombarding wave it freakishly evolves and there I keep that sheepish face
And face this god damn world, whose beauty is lying on the other side of the world, just like the other side of my brain
Either it turns or I keep my head the other side and walk
To seek, well not, to believe I am seeing the beauty side
That tiny little blue flower twig crawling over head and waist of all the trees and creepy making its space it the world...
Like a twig, which bends and curls when there is an obstruction for its growth, how far I reached crossing all those bends and curls..
Zipping the head, zipping the pants, zipping the writing fingers
I crawl another bark
Sunday, November 17, 2013
"నా కలవైన నీ హృదయం" - 3
నాకు లేదని
నా మనసుకు చేత కాదని
విసిగిపోయిన మెదడును పదను చేసుకోలేక
నీ అవేదన నాకు పట్టదా ? అది నాకు అంతుపట్టని మరో వేదన
మనసు కాదు నలిగింది ఈ ప్రపంచo
ఈ బాధను దిగమింగే శక్తి నాకు ఈ ఎర్రటి వేదన నాడు దొరికేనా
సంతోషాన్ని పంచె శక్తి లేని నాకు
సంతోషాన్ని పంచె వ్యక్తీ అవసరమా
తెలివేలిలేనితనం అన్నిటికంటే భాధకరమయిన జీవితం
నీ తప్పు కాదు అది నా మూర్కత్వం
స్వార్ధం నా నరనరాన వూరి
నీ మనసు గోడలను హేళన చేసాయి కాదు"
రాసి పుస్తకం మూసివేసి కళ్ళుతుడుచుకుంది ఆ వర్ణ సిరి
మనసు గట్టి చేసుకొని ఆగని ఈ ప్రపంచపు నదిలో మరోసారి దూకింది ఈదుటకు
వెలకట్టలేని ప్రేమను వెనకాలకు తూస్తూ....
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Tinkle
Haa...Tinkle book is with me from a week..it says double digest no. 123..
Dunno what that means..
I could remember many comic faces yet..and you should see my face popup every time I finish a story and go to the next new story...same old excitement to read stories with illustrations...those names Sunder, Gudbrand, Shikari Shambu, Suppandi..anyone remember? And the some stories of brothers..animals like cat, dog...and then all of sudden I lift my head and I see "Big Boss" tv reality show...and it looks like another world.. I quickly bend my head and lean into my Tinkle again..its just so easy to get lost into other world..
Dunno what that means..
I could remember many comic faces yet..and you should see my face popup every time I finish a story and go to the next new story...same old excitement to read stories with illustrations...those names Sunder, Gudbrand, Shikari Shambu, Suppandi..anyone remember? And the some stories of brothers..animals like cat, dog...and then all of sudden I lift my head and I see "Big Boss" tv reality show...and it looks like another world.. I quickly bend my head and lean into my Tinkle again..its just so easy to get lost into other world..
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Remind me to read this sometime
Irregular, Nascent and Heartfelt
These are the best words for my thoughts
I am so vigilant of my presence in this planet
Scary moments pass by when I think life is just about me and I am a loner...looks like by birth...though it is not true
I allow my misery to swallow all my life, everything, my health, my food, my energy, my innocent brain
I don't have to write them. There is a reason though!
To surprise me, my brain forgets these misery part all of sudden, they vanish, they vanish so well that I just think of all the swallowed moments and laugh. It doesn't stop. I think those misery moments will never dare to come back and I forget how I came out of it. I forget what is motivating me to bring back what I am really.
Lately I started realizing that many women go through such phases in life. I just forgot that we don't/can't become normal with any one's help. I have to strongly believe and say to all such people that, "You have to get back yourself and you are completely on your own". Moment waited for someone's support is the moment wasted in increasing the strength of the misery.
Firstly avoid the triggers. Yes, it is easy to identify the triggers. Just get rid of them. For a while Yes, get rid of them. Don't think of any good moments. They are sometimes worse and act as triggers again. Don't force yourself learn or engage in new activity. Just go with the flow. Do what you used to do all the time. Many times you tend to get some attention. It is normal. But choose your people wisely. Choose someone who will not judge you based on current emotions, who believes in your strength.
“Those who truly love us will never knowingly ask us to be other than we are”
-Mark Nepo
Days will pass by, slowly. We all will be fine. Either living or sleeping in soil. Everything is fine. Life is shorter.
Misery is much more shorter..
Hearts are softer
Fill it with laughter
Bindu
These are the best words for my thoughts
I am so vigilant of my presence in this planet
Scary moments pass by when I think life is just about me and I am a loner...looks like by birth...though it is not true
I allow my misery to swallow all my life, everything, my health, my food, my energy, my innocent brain
I don't have to write them. There is a reason though!
To surprise me, my brain forgets these misery part all of sudden, they vanish, they vanish so well that I just think of all the swallowed moments and laugh. It doesn't stop. I think those misery moments will never dare to come back and I forget how I came out of it. I forget what is motivating me to bring back what I am really.
Lately I started realizing that many women go through such phases in life. I just forgot that we don't/can't become normal with any one's help. I have to strongly believe and say to all such people that, "You have to get back yourself and you are completely on your own". Moment waited for someone's support is the moment wasted in increasing the strength of the misery.
Firstly avoid the triggers. Yes, it is easy to identify the triggers. Just get rid of them. For a while Yes, get rid of them. Don't think of any good moments. They are sometimes worse and act as triggers again. Don't force yourself learn or engage in new activity. Just go with the flow. Do what you used to do all the time. Many times you tend to get some attention. It is normal. But choose your people wisely. Choose someone who will not judge you based on current emotions, who believes in your strength.
“Those who truly love us will never knowingly ask us to be other than we are”
-Mark Nepo
Days will pass by, slowly. We all will be fine. Either living or sleeping in soil. Everything is fine. Life is shorter.
Misery is much more shorter..
Hearts are softer
Fill it with laughter
Bindu
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Fly the ballons!
Its my roomie's bday. I like it.
Her boyfriend said he will come to meet her...but couldn't make it. Unlike others, she is quiet and happy. Somehow, I saw myself in her..not for this matter but for many other thoughts.
I realized how nice it is to be around simple people and how many days and months past that I have been with someone as simple as I think of myself
Just being happy with all simple things, happenings and even for nothing
Back then I was liked by all the room mates.. though they were a few months elder than me..they just liked to be around me..I remember them saying I am easy to be with...
I never got it really until today...
Its so nice to be with people with less thoughts..
Office is still like the chess board..couldn't figure it
As month changes, it seems to be exciting..
Although rain is still around, I am hoping the winter is slowly taking its stake of yearly torture...
I tried to figure out why people given any day in the whole year would want to choose to live here..
Not even a single day I felt, this is why they live here...
Even when there was a pleasant weather, when I see them happily running in their bikes, I only feel pity, for they have chosen to live couple of days in a year..
After all the cribbing..yes I did choose to live here even when I have a chance to leave
Annual parties at office has something...people all of sudden behave as if they all became very close..
In spite of loaded work..my colleagues looked lightened with party spirit
I had good time with my sister during the two week long vacation. I know I will love that. The feelings that keep coming every few minutes that I am her sister is nice.
Humans can bear anything, any amount of pain. They just have to be open to it. They just have to accept it is normal. When they start thinking, I am in pain and I can't bear it. It just behaves like a ballon with a hole and you can never blow it again. I laugh thinking people will laugh at this ballon thing..ha ha
How nice I have a blog..
Her boyfriend said he will come to meet her...but couldn't make it. Unlike others, she is quiet and happy. Somehow, I saw myself in her..not for this matter but for many other thoughts.
I realized how nice it is to be around simple people and how many days and months past that I have been with someone as simple as I think of myself
Just being happy with all simple things, happenings and even for nothing
Back then I was liked by all the room mates.. though they were a few months elder than me..they just liked to be around me..I remember them saying I am easy to be with...
I never got it really until today...
Its so nice to be with people with less thoughts..
Office is still like the chess board..couldn't figure it
As month changes, it seems to be exciting..
Although rain is still around, I am hoping the winter is slowly taking its stake of yearly torture...
I tried to figure out why people given any day in the whole year would want to choose to live here..
Not even a single day I felt, this is why they live here...
Even when there was a pleasant weather, when I see them happily running in their bikes, I only feel pity, for they have chosen to live couple of days in a year..
After all the cribbing..yes I did choose to live here even when I have a chance to leave
Annual parties at office has something...people all of sudden behave as if they all became very close..
In spite of loaded work..my colleagues looked lightened with party spirit
I had good time with my sister during the two week long vacation. I know I will love that. The feelings that keep coming every few minutes that I am her sister is nice.
Humans can bear anything, any amount of pain. They just have to be open to it. They just have to accept it is normal. When they start thinking, I am in pain and I can't bear it. It just behaves like a ballon with a hole and you can never blow it again. I laugh thinking people will laugh at this ballon thing..ha ha
How nice I have a blog..
Monday, August 5, 2013
"నా కలవైన నీ హృదయం" - 2
"ప్రతి పవనం నా చెంపను తాకి
రేపిన ఆ ఆకుల చటుకే వెళ్లి ఎవో గుసగుసలు చెప్పి
మల్లి వాటిని ప్ర్ప్రేరేపించి ఒక్కసారి సరదాగా ఊయలను తోసి
ఆకులూ గాలిని న వైపు వేస్తుంటే
ప్రతి పవనం నా చెంపను తాకి
నీ వశమయ్యాయి.."
హమ్మయ్య అంటూ పుస్తం మూసింది, గాలికి రగిలిన జుట్టును సవరింస్తూ మురిసిపోయింది..
ఇంటినుండి దూరంగా వెళ్ళాక ముందే తన పుస్తకంలో రాసినందుకు ఆనందం
దారిలో పసుపు రంగు పువ్వులు ఎదురైతే నవ్వుకుంది తనలో తాను
చిన్ననాటి 'డాఫోడిల్' రాసిన 'వర్డ్స్ వర్త్' గుర్తు, కాస్త పసి వయసు వున్నపుడు ఎవరో ఆ పువ్వులను గుర్తుచేసుకొని గొప్పగా రాసినట్టు గుర్తు ..
తిన్నగా నిర్మానుష్య ప్రదేశాన్ని దాటుతూ మనషుల మధ్య నడవసాగింది
ఒక పొడవాటి దారి... వరుసగా చిన్నటి దుకాణాలు
చివరనుంచి మూడవదే తనది
రేపిన ఆ ఆకుల చటుకే వెళ్లి ఎవో గుసగుసలు చెప్పి
మల్లి వాటిని ప్ర్ప్రేరేపించి ఒక్కసారి సరదాగా ఊయలను తోసి
ఆకులూ గాలిని న వైపు వేస్తుంటే
ప్రతి పవనం నా చెంపను తాకి
నీ వశమయ్యాయి.."
హమ్మయ్య అంటూ పుస్తం మూసింది, గాలికి రగిలిన జుట్టును సవరింస్తూ మురిసిపోయింది..
ఇంటినుండి దూరంగా వెళ్ళాక ముందే తన పుస్తకంలో రాసినందుకు ఆనందం
దారిలో పసుపు రంగు పువ్వులు ఎదురైతే నవ్వుకుంది తనలో తాను
చిన్ననాటి 'డాఫోడిల్' రాసిన 'వర్డ్స్ వర్త్' గుర్తు, కాస్త పసి వయసు వున్నపుడు ఎవరో ఆ పువ్వులను గుర్తుచేసుకొని గొప్పగా రాసినట్టు గుర్తు ..
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Friday, July 26, 2013
"నా కలవైన నీ హృదయం" - 1
కిటికీ వద్దనుంచి
దూరంగా తను ఆడిన నేలపై చూసింది
వెనుకల వెచ్చటి ఊపిరి తాకినట్టు
మరు నిమిషం
కిటికీ మూసివేసి చిన్నగా నడుస్తూ చీకటిలోకి వెళ్లిపోయింది
నిదుర కళ్ళు తెరుస్తూనే
నవ్వుకుంది
మనసుతో
ఇక తయారవుతూ, గది చివరి పుస్తకపు బెంచి పై కాసేపు కూర్చొని ఆలోచిస్తూ
ఏదో తోచినదానిలా, చిన్నటి కాగితం పై
పసి అక్షరాలు రాసింది
"మంచును చూసా ఒకనాడు
మరి మరి చూసా అది నిజమాని...
నీటిని తాకుతూ నిలుచొని వున్నా కొండను చూసా
అది అంత అందంగా నా కళ్ళకు అనిపిస్తుందని
తెలుసుకోలేక మల్లి మల్లి చూసా ఆత్రుతగా...
తెలియని దేశంలో, తెలియని మనషుల మధ్య
అంతగా నా మదిని తలపే నీకోసం చూస్తున్నా.."
కాగితం పుస్తకం లో వుంచి మూసివేసి పాట వింటూ జడ వేసుకుంది
ఇంటి తలపులు వేస్తూ, గుర్తుకువచ్చింది
దూరంగా తను ఆడిన నేలపై చూసింది
వెనుకల వెచ్చటి ఊపిరి తాకినట్టు
మరు నిమిషం
కిటికీ మూసివేసి చిన్నగా నడుస్తూ చీకటిలోకి వెళ్లిపోయింది
నిదుర కళ్ళు తెరుస్తూనే
నవ్వుకుంది
మనసుతో
ఇక తయారవుతూ, గది చివరి పుస్తకపు బెంచి పై కాసేపు కూర్చొని ఆలోచిస్తూ
ఏదో తోచినదానిలా, చిన్నటి కాగితం పై
పసి అక్షరాలు రాసింది
"మంచును చూసా ఒకనాడు
మరి మరి చూసా అది నిజమాని...
నీటిని తాకుతూ నిలుచొని వున్నా కొండను చూసా
అది అంత అందంగా నా కళ్ళకు అనిపిస్తుందని
తెలుసుకోలేక మల్లి మల్లి చూసా ఆత్రుతగా...
తెలియని దేశంలో, తెలియని మనషుల మధ్య
అంతగా నా మదిని తలపే నీకోసం చూస్తున్నా.."
కాగితం పుస్తకం లో వుంచి మూసివేసి పాట వింటూ జడ వేసుకుంది
ఇంటి తలపులు వేస్తూ, గుర్తుకువచ్చింది
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Story begins " నా కలవైన నీ హృదయం"
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నింగి నుండి రాలిన చల్లటి నీటి బిందువుల సవ్వడిలో, వర్ణ సిరి, హృదయపు సవ్వడిని నృత్యరూపంలో వెదజల్లింది
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