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      <title>RED SHIFT (VII) -- The Circle in the Square</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Varkala, Kerala&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;November 14, 2009&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The muezzin’s chant wakes me at 5 am. It is still dark outside except&lt;br&gt;
for the occasional lightning bloom over the Arabian Sea. The early&lt;br&gt;
morning rumbles with ominous portents. First a ferocious dogfight down&lt;br&gt;
the lane with anguished howls from the injured, then an argument&lt;br&gt;
between man and a woman close by, the first public display of such&lt;br&gt;
emotion I have witnessed. I lie back on my pillow to read with my&lt;br&gt;
nightlight, trying not to disturb T who is sleeping peacefully beside&lt;br&gt;
me. But peace is not the order of this morning. An enormous swarm of&lt;br&gt;
screaming blackbirds begins wildly swirling the palms in the walled&lt;br&gt;
garden just to our south, reminding me of a Hitchcock movie with it&amp;rsquo;s&lt;br&gt;
eerie freneticism.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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