Song Of The Sandstone Beautifully Balanced On My Heart
Amidst the crowd of buyers and artisans at The Hundred Hands event that’s held in Bangalore, one is flooded with...
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Evil Eyes That Stare At Me
The Evil Eye is synonymous with the city of Istanbul. Everywhere you go, you are surrounded with the evil eye...
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Ladybugs Or Ladybirds Aren’t Ladies Afterall
Ladybird beetle is no lady after all. She stinks and stings. It has the reputation of being a harlot or...
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Wood and Word
London is one of my favourite cities in the world. I seem to just blend in with the cosmopolitan vibe...
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The Wishful Waves On The Stormy Seas
Sea Shells are a reminder that nothing is permanent in the fury of the sea. The sea engulfs everything in...
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Blue Was My Reflection
The forbidden Apple is fraught with the bad reputation of defiance. It was the union of Adam and Eve. It...
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The Warriors Of Nagaland And Their Jewellery
As I once again take familiar steps into the known terrain of the North Eastern hills of India, I realise...
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Saris Folded With An Unheard Prayer
As I entered the dark dank space of my grandmother’s room, I opened the creaking window meshed and unmeshed with...
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Cross Stitch Crossed Over
Every time I visit home which still remains Delhi because as the adage goes - once a Delhi girl always...
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Amruta Dongray’s Abundance Of Amrud
I was navigating my path ahead with trepidation. I knew all along nothing about this relationship was okay. It was...
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The Sensual Sheen Of Velvet
It was one of those days when I recalled the lost nostalgia of Delhi’s Chandni Chowk lane at that twilight...
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Pug Marks on The Moist Kumaon Hills
The Himalayan Writing Retreat is nestled between mist smeared mountains and the elusive Himalayas. Mountains covered in snow with the...
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Desires Cut Into The Fabric Of Love
My love for good things began very early on. To the utter horror of my middle-class parents, they were worried...
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The Solitude Of Slut Shaming
She could feel the first blood trickle down her legs. She was 11 years old and not even coherent...
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No Chains Can Chain Me No Cage Can Capture Me
I just switched off the pause button inside my head. The unbridled thoughts of years came gushing out like river that been...
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Muffled Cries From The Memories Of My Maangpatta
The Rajasthan Fort Festival held in Meherangarh Fort every winter is a treat for music enthusiasts. There is a line...
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