भारत-चीन विवाद – An Article by Nikhil Singh
सौ करोड़ से अधिक लोगों को गोद में लिए, मस्तक पर धवल किरीट धारण किए हुए, सागर में पांव पसारे...
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A Trip Called Benares
We start our mornings in a rush, often thinking about the little worries sitting on our shoulders, which is the...
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Dispel The Dark To Bring In The Light This Diwali
Yes, it is the season of lights. It’s festive with a general feel of the Diwali bonhomie all over...
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The New Snob In The Block Called Khadi
When a bright brick red bustier hangs from the mighty colossal hangers of vanity, you are confused what to feed...
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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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Manipur’s Mighty Weaves
As I tie my Manipuri sarong over my waist, I was transported to the calm Loktak Lake where the ripples...
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The Entwined Twins Of Kota At The Weave Anthologies
The May summer has the brightest sun pouring into every nook and corner of my room. The leaves look parched...
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The Defiant Devi
As I walk out into the burning scorching sun of the summer Calcutta home, I leave my trail of the...
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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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1426 In My Lunisolar Calendar
It’s that time of the year again. When the roots come barging into my being. I never knew how it...
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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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A Classic Called The Angarakha
When you feel vulnerable and think that you may lose your soul to this crazy thing called life. You protect...
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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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Our Hearts Sings The Same Tune
Winter vacations meant travelling with Ma & Dadu to Delhi. The harsh winter months were the time when Ma would...
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Firdaus Is Omnipresent
The sound of the marching boots and the incessant screams of the tribals fighting for their land reverberated into the...
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Thrifty Yet Beautifully Artsy-The Kantha Art
The Kantha is the passing of emotion and art, combining the love, fear, and hope of the homes in rural...
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Flowers On My Frock
Winter breaks meant going from the chilly nip of the frosting window sills of Shillong to warmer Calcutta winters. Ma...
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