‘Kisi baat par main kisi se khafa hoon, main zinda hoon par zindagi se khafa hoon’. The lyrics of mundane joy, a rendition that will stir your soul, the meaning that will wrench your veins, the inadequate fear that encapsulates the primal human being, an era that remains the home to divinity in the playbackContinue reading “hymn that blows you away”
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Tribute: Legends of Cricket: Martin Crowe
Some players must be measured by the times they played in, not in terms of averages. Martin Crowe was one such artist. I have seen very little of him in early 90’s and my impressions of him were established in the 1992 World Cup. A maverick batsman, he undoubtedly was one of the mostContinue reading “Tribute: Legends of Cricket: Martin Crowe”
moving past, and fast
Yes, truly forgotten. Rather, beloved and forgotten. An army distinguishes itself from an individual who is a hero. If it’s vice versa, then we witnessed a created history that was never seen. This is one such moment of pride and anguish. #historyoflight
Are you star driven?
Let’s have a crazy discussion. How many of us feel human race evolved out of the stars, galaxy or other astronomical endeavours? Are we really the bi products of the ‘Adam & Eve’ syndrome? How much of it is science then? If Science is our alma mater, then DNAs are not far behind. So, thenContinue reading “Are you star driven?”
the drive through shot
Indeed, doesn’t appear though. I think it’s more to do with the aura than anything else. Long standing giant amidst an ageing and growing metropolis. #calcuttadiaries
Altitude
Heights, perceivable yet deprived. Tells us where we are, doesn’t say where we came from. We like to be at the top, but fear to look beneath. Love flying higher but eroded by turbulent waters. Yes, I adore being out there but somehow get this feeling that blossoming flowers often forget the roots. the altitude.Continue reading “Altitude”
the sanity hour
When all that I had was a truncated life with plethora of bliss around me. Pure.
ah! those moments..
little, very little, immensely little. Yet, you provoke me, you juggle me, you toggle me with no ends. i feel those soft hands, soft legs, soft sponge like touch, get immersed every time you take a glance at me whilst other chores, carrying you every time in my arms and lap is a outlandish feelingContinue reading “ah! those moments..”
What’s in a 14?
Probably, the most hyped date in the world. No vintage urn, just being eroded with the most consumate word in our lives – love. Nothing against love though. Neither do I have anything unceremonious against people loving each other. We must, we do, we will. But are we serving the purpose is the question here.Continue reading “What’s in a 14?”
Vicinity
Watching us over, as a mother whose watchful eyes tell us stories of sin, redemption and sanity. I am around, so are you.
nearer to you..
I kind of like the setting sun, goes down but not without achieving the nods and dangling a glimpse of the promise it holds for the next day. Life, learn. Days and nights.
when bliss is around
Your open eyes is my moist yolk, Your sleep is the deepest wait of my life. I wait, I wait, just waiting is my job in hand, You open your eyes, and life redeems me. Inside the womb, your kick was a myth, You came out and your slimy smile makes me go bonkers. YouContinue reading “when bliss is around”
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