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Tag: Memories

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 का तोल मोल करते हैं। हमारी जिन्दगी में तो लोग आते जाते…

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 रोज़गार छीन गया है और कुछ लोगों को कोरोना की वज़ह से…

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 हुए, सोन चिरैया सा लहराता हुआ हिमालय की गोद में लिटा हुआ…

My Baba

You can listen to the podcast version of this article by clicking the green play button below. Those who prefer to read, please read on! He is the feisty activist sort you…

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 “Aam Atir Bhepu”. This was a novel that I read as a…

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 Calcutta. He always indulged me to a good meal every time I…

The Ideology called JNU

JNU has a very special place in my heart. I studied a year there & spent a very large part of my youth almost every evening inside the campus, drinking tea and…

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 the ever growing, demanding devil. Amidst all that predicament, shouts out a…

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 and the sheen of silk drape over me like a poem. This…

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 its tornado. I sat on the sea shore and watched with delight…

The Defiant Devi

As I walk out into the burning scorching sun of the summer Calcutta home, I leave my trail of the sari palla falling and failing behind me. I failed as a woman…

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 you see my undone hair, falling over my face and shoulders. Don’t…

Blue Was My Reflection

The forbidden Apple is fraught with the bad reputation of defiance. It was the union of Adam and Eve. It turned the Gods and the world upside down. Biblical stories are galore…

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 had such a stronghold in the essence of me being me. Today…

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 cobwebs shining in the soft supple sun rays. Those cobwebs seemed to…

Cross Stitch Crossed Over

Every time I visit home which still remains Delhi because as the adage goes – once a Delhi girl always one. I never miss visiting Bahri Sons, my favourite book shop at…

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 hour. The regal remnants of the Jama Masjid juxtaposed against the large…

Moments Of Epiphany

As I looked out of the window, the strong iron bars that went crisscross over the mesh stopped me from forcing myself out of that boundary into the horizon. This had become…

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 sunlight streaming through the magnanimity of the forces of nature. I found…

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 yourself by listening to music that heals, or you indulge yourself till…

Firdaus Is Omnipresent

The sound of the marching boots and the incessant screams of the tribals fighting for their land reverberated into the stillness of the chilly evenings. Evenings fell and morning suns broke early…

A Year Gone By

Let me begin with folded hands and express how truly blessed I feel with you all. I am here today because of you. My heart is full of gratitude, with your support.…

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 up of Sufi singers from all over the globe. You are transported…