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Bull's eye of truth

I like the devil in me, for she hits the bull's eye of truth and makes me watch it when all I wish to do is hide from it. But I love the angel in me, for she tells me wisely to ignore that bull's eye of truth if, by uttering it, I am bound to cut the fine, silken threads of friendship/relationship.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2016 at 10:36 AM

    I have read this blog 10+ times, every time I read this it gives me a different dimension of understanding. Wonder if my understanding is multi dimensional or the writing.

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  2. Snippet ThoughtsSeptember 8, 2016 at 6:48 PM

    If you know Kannada, you may be familiar with Dinakara Desai's poem -- 'Avaravara manadanthe drushtiyoo bere
    kaviya kannige chandra hendathiya more
    chikka makkalige shashi bandalada chendu
    vijnanigaligaduve bari kallugundu.'

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