The body is a song, each limb a verse, each motion a melody. Dance is the language through which we worship the physical. Every twist and leap is a prayer, a declaration of life resounding in good health. Dance is the body reclaiming its divine blueprint, a celebration of existence that gracefully rewrites gravity, inspiring … Continue reading Dance and Violence
I tried my hand at a folk-art form called Pichhwai from Rajasthan in India that draws inspiration from nature. Showcase and Share
I'll talk about guineas, not pennies. My mother often spoke of Guineas – gold coins used as currency during British rule. She came from a landowner (zamindar) family. Her grandparents packed guineas in metal pots and hid them between brick walls. She also mentioned slabs of gold and silver-coated decorations on arched doors and ceilings. … Continue reading Guineas
Singlehood is often seen as a waiting period before settling into a committed relationship, but it is a fulfilling and joyful way of life for many. The freedom of being single is unmatched—there are no compromises on daily choices, no obligations to meet a partner’s expectations, and no pressure to conform to societal norms of … Continue reading Singlehood
I grew up in the highly humid city of Bombay, or Mumbai, as it is known now. The stickiness on the skin was not welcome, and I can’t recall how we survived without air conditioners in childhood. But being on the seashore was always a pleasure. Later, I returned to the city for two spells … Continue reading Humid minds
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As I sat on a park bench, the sun filtered through the leaves, casting fractured light onto the cobblestones. A child chased a red balloon while her mother trailed behind, half-smiling, half-lost in thought. I couldn’t help but wonder: are we all like that balloon, drifting aimlessly in the winds of chance? Or is someone, … Continue reading Existentialism Vs Born with a Purpose
A warrior named Yang lived in a land where the sun always shone brightly. Yang was known far and wide for his strength and bravery. He could conquer any challenge and defeat any foe. His presence was like a blazing fire, and his energy was boundless. However, in the same land, a gentle healer named … Continue reading Collaboration – a short story
I was amused at the irate remark of a mother raising a hyperactive toddler, “How I wish there were a remote control to stop you. I’d stop you in one place and throw the device away.” Months later, she pleaded with the doctor to make him run again. He was down with a high fever. … Continue reading Taming the Devil
We were in an odd moment of silence, not knowing what to say. The sun was about to set, and the dark shadows of night clouded the horizon. “Does your brother smoke and drink?” “I’m not sure. I’ve not seen him do it at home,” I stuttered at the unexpected nature of the question. There … Continue reading Legacy
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