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Want to Fly… But Where?

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April 10, 2016

There are certain oxymorons that I’m particularly fond of. Some of them I made up myself.

One of them is – lazy traveller. Yeah, I can be that. NO, not always, but I have those days. Like, there are days when I take all the trouble to get to a…


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Autobiography of a Yoganandini

He Walked by With a Smile

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November 14, 2016

He walked  by with a smile. Inside me, a part of me knew that His every smile, every gesture carries importance. In that moment I was just soaked in His smile and didn’t want to think about what is the big picture significance of it. I was just happy…

Discoverer 534


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Non non-fiction

The One With the Earbuds

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September 22, 2016

It’s one of those embarrassing things you don’t like to talk about. I had an ear pain. And I had run out of ear buds. I saw one time-worn earbud floating in a dusty remote corner of my dressing table drawer and after a few doubts about its cleaning…


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Many Lives, One Answer

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September 15, 2016

She was standing outside her class X classroom, waiting. She peeped in to see if the class was over. He was sitting there, in the teacher’s chair, with his bright orange robe like the Sun in the solar system, and his streaming long hair. He turned his head around…

misplaced letter size


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Non non-fiction

The Case of the Misplaced Letter Paper Size

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April 20, 2016

Amongst the many vices of that great country called the US of A, the one that is perhaps the most ignored is the startling dearth of the multiplicity of paper sizes. While we endure the american dreams sold to the world by the makers of the United States of America, there…

Evening of the boat


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The Evening of the Boat

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April 16, 2016

The sun was setting and it was that time of the evening when you don’t see the Sun’s glow, it’s just about to blend into space, out of sight. I hated evenings. There was something very unsettling about light disappearing which never went well with me.

 

This boat looked like…


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I Will Just Have to Travel Back in Time

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April 13, 2016

I looked at the passages and wondered who had walked here, for what purpose? What was this passage like a few hundred years ago? Was it cleaner? Did it have oil lamps? Was any battle ever fought here? Did anyone ever die here? It was a very uncanny passage,…

with the oceans between us


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With the Oceans Between Us

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April 12, 2016

He stood there & I stood here
With the oceans between us
And yet, that is not the distance which bothered me

if music be the food of love


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Non non-fiction

If Music Be the Food of Love, Shut Up

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March 12, 2016

Ugh, that strain again! It has now become an ear-worm and you are beating me on the head with it. The appetite got sickened and died ten years ago.

Sorry Shakespeare (and fans of Shakespeare), you had it coming.

Whenever I see anyone “smitten” with the Duke Orsino-ish “love bug”, I…


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Flash Fiction

I Looked When He Wasn’t Looking

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March 12, 2016

I looked at him when he wasn’t looking. There is something about looking at someone when they are not looking at you, just being. Whenever someone looks back at you, it’s like they have their personality on – the one they want to show you. But when they are…


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Photography

Why I’m Making My Photos Available Under Creative Commons

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February 25, 2016

I have a database of 15,000+ photos. That should explain it.

On one fine evening, when watching the Sun set, and sipping my extra strong filter coffee, I got to thinking of how many heartening photos I have clicked, similar to the one I was just about to click.

Many of those photos…


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A Pink Flamingo Sunrise

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February 20, 2016

I stood there, with my feet soaked in mud. I was afraid to move even an inch; didn’t want to scare them away. I slowly waded forward, pulled by my desire to get just a little bit closer, lest they fly off in the next few minutes. It is…


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Time is Not Linear, It is an Ocean

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February 18, 2016

I stood there, gazing at the sea waves crashing and receding, crashing and receding, with so much force yet so much softness. The ferocious water quickly turned to surf and turned back into a swift wave. I don’t know for how long I stood there. The Sun was up…