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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Desires Cut Into The Fabric Of Love
My love for good things began very early on. To the utter horror of my middle-class parents, they were worried...
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The Solitude Of Slut Shaming
She could feel the first blood trickle down her legs. She was 11 years old and not even coherent...
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No Chains Can Chain Me No Cage Can Capture Me
I just switched off the pause button inside my head. The unbridled thoughts of years came gushing out like river that been...
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Our Hearts Sings The Same Tune
Winter vacations meant travelling with Ma & Dadu to Delhi. The harsh winter months were the time when Ma would...
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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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Sit Up With The Fluidity Of The Soumodeep Dutta Label…Bengal Muslin Magic
The great stories of the Indian Railways and the people you meet along that journey who became a distant memory...
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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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