A barefoot walk on the rocks.

It makes you realise it is ultimately the Nature which is superior and not the human, a human rather is a part of Nature and not the sovereign.

How to read a novel?

How does someone with a Literature degree read a book?

Love and Friendship

She compares love to rose and friendship to holly, but why?

SOLITUDE.

Maybe spending some happy time with yourself will lead you too to explore new things about yourself.

Rabindranath Tagore- anthology. Photograph.

This hardcover book is a 55 y.o. anthology of Tagore’s.

EVERYONE BELONGS IN THE KITCHEN : My Food expeditions.

So, in class goes our online order for Choco Lava Cake, but Wait! What? delivery in 15 minutes and the class ends in 25.

2020, Me and Literature.

Facing a situation like 2020 maynot be unheard of to us in this field, though of course difficult to accept.

I HAD PLANS THIS YEAR : a short piece of prose. 2020.

I don’t know how to end this article, maybe I’ll like to leave it in the middle, like all our lives are right now.        

IRRFAN KHAN: A small tribute

I have read so many authors since my childhood, seen so many movies of the last one century, came across so many art works as a student of Humanities but never ever I had this extent of admiration for any artist.

Shut the Dark

Did it ‘hurl headlong’? Milton? I peep in, it’s a deep pit, never ending and there they are, walking in Circles. Dante?

IMBALANCED DEVELOPMENT OF THE CONCRETE.

It feels like a process which has been going on much before my birth. This imbalanced development of  the concrete.

Do Bangles Bind? (Picture)

I question myself if the concept of Bangles is Binding. And the answer, I guess is very complicated.

Chhath festival- India (Varanasi Pictures)

Take a look at the pictures of the North-Indian festival Chhath from the ghats of the holy Ganga at Varanasi.

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DAILY MARKET.

Legs are trained,to hault at Calls, ‘Bees Rupya Paao,’ and tongue,to haggle over each price you talk of, ‘Das me Dijiye’. Days trained these shoulders to brush past, ‘Thoda hatiye,’ and eyes to spot the fresh of all, ‘Taaza nahi hai?’ It’s the sound that holds the story, never letting you hear what sits behind.