The uncharted time of my death is such an unsettling feeling for those who throng the hospital to be in that moment when I clock out. The hypocritical binaries muscle their way up over one another. From the sadness staged outside to the inside math…
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The Starving Street Artists
I had gotten free from work at the time just as planned, and had with me enough minutes by the hour to take a hurried trip to the ‘Dilli Haat’. Something earthy to add around my collection of art was the thought that got me…
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Enjoy The “Mom’s Day”…But Do Not Forget The Dad Who Made You A Mom
Hey There! All you incredible Moms…A Happy, Happier, Happiest Mother’s Day! I’ve been wanting to blog this for some time now. And somehow cannot dismiss from my mind any longer, something that may not be very appropriate for this day. Or maybe something, I need…
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Remembering Khushwant Singh
From the days of reading the bold and brazen ‘This Above All’ to meeting the legend in 1998, Khushwant Singh was the writer above all. It was a whose’s who studded dinner of the little town- with most politicians, bureaucrats and the noted families making…
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Are You A Writer?
I was on a mundane flight from Hyderabad to Delhi. It wasn’t one of those trips to Hyderabad but to Kochi. I had made two sane bookings for the two of us on the same flight and in the same name- my Type II genius,…