Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

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I listened hard to the rain beating outside my window pane last night…trying to make sense of the sudden emptiness that I had engulfed myself in, since a few days. As the rain washed down the window and the roof top, I remembered a similar night long back - a night when it was raining fearlessly too and I had immersed myself completely to the sound of acoustic guitar…all around me. Sprawled on my carpet, listening to the storm outside, I had let it drown all the pain inside of me – and had bid farewell to the memories of R…Remembering that evening today, I realized –that this too was maybe, a grieving process. Tonight, I was to let go of K…

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He had small eyes, white hair and a white moustache. I was taken aback when he quietly looked up, his eyes wore a sort of resilient look – of a person who had seen all that was perhaps in the world to see, and had survived it against all odds.

India Shining or an India Burning?

My weekend escapade

I’ve written this blog in support of Blank Noise Project who are fighting a fight against street harassment

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