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So would you still like to be a flower? ❤


I feel that being a flower could be the best possible thing ever!

It would make most people come over just to simply admire you, for a bit. Then they leave, but you could seek solace from the fact that at least your scent and, maybe, your distinctive appearance, made them stay for a while.

Or, if you are lucky (or unlucky, depending on your take on the situation) someone will pluck you and take you back home. Over time, your countenance will evolve into a dry and crinkly one. That’s when you’d probably be replaced by some ‘fresh and lively’ flowers.

The best possible scenario is that you encounter a well-meaning individual who loves you enough to scoop you out of the soil, along with your roots, to place you in a makeshift flowerpot with the intention of watering you, so as to keep you around for as long…

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The urge to belong..

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Rantings of a sucker who couldn’t dance into New Year…

Running on straight roads and making round trips to what not! Somewhere we have given this a thought.

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While relishing khichdi and spinach soup and caressing the meenakari on my bloated stomach around three holes dug in belly to perhaps eviscerate demons of vanity and pretentiousness out of me, my mind was running amok. I wondered why New Year’s Eve is such a big deal in our country that half of the population neither had the will nor the time to listen to the ‘desh ke naam sandesh’. Though in their defense, it might not just be the eve but the unending wait to witness the glorified and the only USP of the incumbent government, the proverbial “acche din” which gave us nothing but “barbaad raatein”.

So, while Major Lazer and Phalguni Pathak were fighting on the dance floor, to prevent myself turning into a green cucumber in envy, I retired in my PJs and while romancing with my bed and giving a time-out to my aching spine…

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The Invisible Ink

Through our many experiences, most of us have accepted that  Continue reading “The Invisible Ink”

With Love, from Boy


“Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”

― Roald Dahl, The BFG

What an ironical statement made by a man that gobblefunked with words all his life! But Continue reading “With Love, from Boy”

The Notorious Poet of Delhi: Mirza Ghalib

Mirza Ghalib, whenever needed an introduction, which he rarely did, could be best defined by his following couplet :  Continue reading “The Notorious Poet of Delhi: Mirza Ghalib”

Musings Following the World Book Day

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Yesterday was a wonderful day as bibliophiles around the world filled Continue reading “Musings Following the World Book Day”

5 Major Book Fairs in India

For any bibliophile, being in the centre of a room full of books is no less than heaven. Having welcomed books as best friends in their lives, it isn’t a surprise to know that Continue reading “5 Major Book Fairs in India”

Traces of an Urdu Poet : Ghalib Ki Haveli

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Bustling markets. Crowded, cramped roads. Autos and rickshaws honking away carefree. A mix of varied flavours and Continue reading “Traces of an Urdu Poet : Ghalib Ki Haveli”

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