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Monday, August 13, 2007
Old activists don't die. They go phansi.
(salvaged from an msn convo archive)
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I write to keep the rust away. I’m a Believer and zealously hold that God has a sense of humour. This blog isn’t a rest stop on the path to enlightenment; kill your own damn Buddhas. Find me at www.saaleha.com
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