To write a story you need a lantern to find your way,a shovel to dig deep and a big brave heart to make it to the end.
In other words, it's not just withdrawal. In spite of the continuous brain zaps, you will feel relief from numbness and white knuckles through the whole ordeal. Other things to consider, are your memories, especially those that are specific to a particular time and place that you don't want to think about, let alone entertain... Continue Reading →
Between colonial sleep and Indian labour, the history of punkah wallahs is buried. Ritam Sengupta brings to light the long history of labour, law, and violence that this labouring group underwent in the long nineteenth century.The punkah and its pullers: A short history
Things to know about Meena community in Rajasthan, history, connection with Rajputs and Jaipur.A Chatter With A Man From Meena Community
Look at that hazy diffused sun And then I turn around to look at you basked in that diffused sun. Look at this crowded bazaar And then I turn around to look at you in the midst of this crowd while the side shop's fragrance of masala and haldi engulfs me. *** There's an island,... Continue Reading →
A girl is walking... in the midst of the field... the sun is setting... the last golden rays illuminating her soft body... she's like a swan... a beautiful swan... "And that 'she' is me"? How did you know? "I am always there... in your stories... so its not hard to guess," she smiled,"what is she... Continue Reading →
मुश्किल है इस ज़माने को समझाना बात वो जिसे खुद ही समझते बहुत साल बीत गए हमको समझ नहीं आता था की क्यों हम लोग अलग नजर नहीं आते है तो फिर क्यों हमसे लोग दूर ही रहना चाहते है किताबों में हमारा ज़िक्र जरुर होता है पर ज़माने में कोई वजूद नहीं मिलता है... Continue Reading →
https://soundcloud.com/pianostyleofficial/mr-robot-basket-case First have your earphones on then let the words and music do the job. And don't let the music interrupt you, if finished, play it again. I don't do much these days because of the headache, I just lie-down on the bed whole day, staring at the darkness, with the massive pain which has... Continue Reading →
Yes, you remember Pooh naa. Those childhood days, we sat glued to television watching the show, that immense happiness to be in the world of Pooh. I loved Piglet. His closest friend. *** I am having the worst hit of headache right now. Door's locked. Light's off. Head under the pillow. A loud cry for... Continue Reading →
You and I. I wonder, are we supposed to be together ? I guess not. Time. It does terrible things to you, doesn't it ? I wonder, did we had a chance to say goodbye to each other ? I guess not. I wonder, did I lost my way before even meeting you ? before... Continue Reading →
She. No, this *she* is not virtual. This *she* exists. This *she* is beautiful. Even this word holds no meaning when it actually comes to describe her. BUT this *she* is beautiful. *she* does not cares and judge you. This *she* will hold you, listen to you, and understand you. For that you will learn... Continue Reading →
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