My knowledge of Indian literature to my shame is restricted to the few kilometres of the city I reside in. Delhi is not even the state of my birth or my origin. English is not even my native language. And yet, I am not even acutely aware of the various authors and literature…
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It is not a post about nimbu paani. Trust me.
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It's not the extraordinary that I want, it is the Pinterest ordinary that I seek.
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This famous phrase from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet: 'What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet' makes me…
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for me at least, before you start hating on me
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The only happiness I get now is on the first of every month. There is no in between.
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I got a paper cut by a feather. Can you get one too?
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Art is supposed to help us escape the harsh realities of life and the world around us. But what do we do when that same art confronts us?
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A (messy) Assortment of Life