मुझे तो प्यार से ही प्यार होता है…
प्यार - यह तो एक अहसास है ना, फिर क्यों हम किसी ख़ास के होने ना होने से उस अहसास...
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For A Feminist The Word “Sick” Was Unacceptable: My Journey From Being Bedridden To Boardroom
It is the undying memory of the cold MRI machine in the quiet hospital that stays like a pending shut...
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कुछ मीठी यादें – A Narrative Poetry By Pratyush Kumar Pani
आज सारे देश भर में लॉकडाउन है, काफ़ी लोग कई कारणो की वज़ह से परेशान है, कुछ लोगों से उनका...
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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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The Film-maker Who Painted With his Camera
My favourite film till date remains Pather Panchali by Satyajit Ray. The film is an adaptation from Bibhutibhushan Bandhopadhyay’s novel...
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Kolkata, and a Life of Small Things
This time I realised I didn’t have Ram Ray any longer on my list of favourite people to meet in...
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The Ideology called JNU
JNU has a very special place in my heart. I studied a year there & spent a very large part...
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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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A Contemporary Batik Art On My Traditional Saree
As I draped the grey, charcoal saree over my body, I felt the mixed sensuous fabric of soft linen, cotton...
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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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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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Yearning’s Of A greedy heart
Love me like no other will. Behold me like no other will. In my madness give me my sanity. When...
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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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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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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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Moments Of Epiphany
As I looked out of the window, the strong iron bars that went crisscross over the mesh stopped me from...
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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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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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A Year Gone By
Let me begin with folded hands and express how truly blessed I feel with you all. I am here today...
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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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