City life
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Why do classics, despite being old, continue to stand out even in today’s times? I am sure this is a question we ask ourselves every time we end up buying more classics than contemporary novels. Is it something about the thickness of these books, with tiny font-sized text scrawling like ants through the pages, or…
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Have you ever wrestled with loneliness? When loneliness hits, I bet it hits hard enough to turn your world upside down. It can hit you when you are just passing your days doing nothing extraordinary- just regular, mundane stuff- capable of killing one’s spirit. No one has represented “loneliness” as well and as vividly as…
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A review of the French film, An Urban Allegory, directed by Alice Rohrwacher, exploring Plato’s concept of “The Allegory of the Cave” in today’s digital times.
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It’s only at the crack of dawn that I sleep these days, There’s meditative silence resonating peace all around, A stream of moonlight peeks through the open window, Maybe it’s just the incandescent bulb flickering in my neighborhood, I finally let my tired hair fall on my shoulder, To be caressed by my childlike fingers…
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My dream to live in between trees and mountains has become more passionate with time. Frankly, I can now see my dream more vividly than before. But, we are always caught between the reality and the unquestionably accepted lifestyle. In this entire race to live as per the parameters defined by a few, the hope…
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What is it that makes a person throw all worries away and so desperate to walk miles and miles to reach their destination in tragic times. Is it the hope of retreating to a place that a person imagines to be his or her “home”? Is it because the person, left penniless and hopeless by…
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Is renunciation the only way to happiness? Renunciation of wealth, Renunciation of desire, Renunciation of ego II Surviving amidst emotions of all hues, Creating a facade to live up to the game, Accepting the unequal system, Nursing the wounded heart thrashed multitude times, Protecting cherished dreams from evil eyed folks, So, am I really happy? …
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I Some memories are like a paper boat, Floating effortlessly in a puddle, And some like a full bloomed sun that invigorates one’s day, Which one you want to hold on to and which you want to let go is a difficult choice to make. II Getting sunburnt in the tranquil alleys, Riding my favourite…
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Life has changed or transformed drastically and unimaginably ever since the threat of coronavirus swept across the world. It has been almost a week since I last went out like before. Though I love being alone and away from people, this change is involuntary and unimaginable for me. I am just trying to be optimistic…