what you create is creating you
Over the last few years, the trend of remixed old songs has taken over Bollywood quite seriously. What was merely an occasional nod to the sadabahar gaane of yesteryears has now become a full-blown obsession and it isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Continue reading “The Decagon House Murders”
How do you differentiate the colour of the afternoon sky from the colour of smurfs? Continue reading “Prochnost: Week 17 & 18”
The tears of a phoenix heal the wounds, but can they mean something? Continue reading “The Phoenix’s tears”
How many stars are there in the sky? Infinite, or so we have been told. How many drops of water exist in the ocean? Infinite, or so we have been told. We live in a world where we count apples, colours and people and not flavour, fragrance and sky. It sounds so straightforward, right. Countable and uncountable nouns. The grammar of countable and uncountable nouns. The clarity of it all. But is it really that clear? Continue reading “To count or not to count”
A few weeks back, I received a Whatsapp text. My Muscovite friend Katya, of whom I talk all the time in my Prochnost updates, was up to something awesome again. She had switched jobs recently and the ‘Kniga Worm‘ that she is (no literally!), she decided to get the kids in her new school excited about books by, get this, blogging about books!
यह कविता एक मरते हुए व्यक्ति के आखिरी विचार हैं, जब वो ये चिन्तन कर रहा है कि उसने जीवन में आख़िर क्या खोया और क्या पाया ।
On my flight to Varanasi a few weeks back, I luckily stumbled upon one of most interesting conversations I have had this entire year so far. Continue reading “One Happy Flight.”
Flipping through the pages of yet another piece of fiction, I had an epiphany. There was something wrong. The book was well-paced. Nice plot. Then what was it? After a few moments of silence, I got the answer.
When it comes to your calling, logic doesn’t work straight. These lines are dedicated to my calling for the written word ❤ Continue reading “पुकार / Calling”
On one of my visits to Varanasi long back, I went to the nearby Chunar Fort by sheer luck. It was my birthday and all I wanted from my parents was to go stare at a Fort’s ruins. Well, they smiled and agreed. They are awesome that way!
Literary Lemonades 
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