Another week has come to an end and it’s been pretty great. Like I mentioned last week, it took me some time to get comfortable with Cyrillic alphabets and it’s indeed better after a fortnight. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 2”
Project Prochnost: Week 1
It’s been a week since my last post and I promised of weekly updates, so here I am. I spent 45 minutes every single day, right with a timer, trying to get the hang of Cyrillic alphabets. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 1”
Prochnost: a tribute
“.. during all the years until 1961, not only was I convinced I should never see a single line of mine in print in my lifetime, but, also, I scarcely dared allow any of my close acquaintances to read anything I had written because I feared this would become known.” – Solzhenitsyn Continue reading “Prochnost: a tribute”
Tiptoe
She began to crawl and she began to cruise
and she learned to utter ‘yes’ and ‘no’,
But no one remembers just when that baby girl
actually began to tiptoe. Continue reading “Tiptoe”
यूँ ही कभी कभी
Sometimes, I write about how much I don’t want to write. Sometimes, I am unable to write because I have just finished a beautiful book. Sometimes, it’s just the good old writer’s block. Confused?
The illness of the setting Sun
This poem is the byproduct of anger against the burning of over 30 schools in the Kashmir valley amidst civil unrest. It is disturbing to see how low humanity can stoop and what horrors it can bring forth.
How to write good fiction?
All the good stories are out there waiting to be told in a fresh, wild way.
I didn’t say that; it was Ray Bradbury, but I could not have agreed more. Continue reading “How to write good fiction?”
Petrichor
As I stepped out of the building, the evening sun washed me over as if it was trying to have a final word before it leaves, followed by another familiar feeling. It was the petrichor. The wondrous fragrance of the first rain of the season.
Significance of translation in poetry
Poetry can be loosely defined as language in its most distilled and powerful form. It can be in any of the 6500 languages of the world, and is a really powerful form of expression.
A girl in the land of goddesses
As a girl child growing up in India, I have had an insider’s experience of the conflicting double standards enveloping the gender-based bias in my country.
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