Whispers of Laughter and Tears: Books
The final bell echoes through the book fair, and silence settles like dust. An artist alone in a hotel room after the curtain falls, packing costumes ...
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Whispers of Laughter and Tears: Words
The word Deśa is an equivalent of the sky. The hr̥day, a parallel to the sky. I quite enjoy these linguistic games. In this way, the word “book”...
Whispers of Laughter and Tears: Entertainment
Lately, I find myself surprisingly content—perhaps even fortunate. I experienced the great stillness, that strange gift of witnessing how Brahma mig...
Insight from the Corpus
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“We have no doubts left about the necessity of art.”
Whispers of Laughter and Tears: Conversations
The way we react to news—do we ever bow down to the events in our own lives with the same intensity? Take the #DepressionKills wave that gripped us ...
Whispers of Laughter and Tears: Masturbation
I haven’t been able to write even ten sentences together for nearly a year. The only thing I managed to write during this time was a letter to my co...
Abhinavagupta & The Importance of Abhinavabhārati in Understanding the Nāṭyaśāstra
The cold winds of Kashmir carry whispers of an ancient time when its valleys were alive with philosophy, art, and the mystical teachings of Śaivism. ...
Four Poems by Rik Amrit
Archaeological Below my pillow, tram lines run their course,And beside them, a new crematorium burns el...
From Ajanta to 1947: Unfolding India's Independence in Verse
69 th Independence DayIs it the mural of Ajanta or India’s map? We debatedwhich held greater artistic m...
Urban Rhapsody
Crosswalks aren’t the only thingsWith stripes—Your body bears its ownPatchwork of stainsThat leap to lifeAt every green light.Traffic police,Thus,...
Kolkata
Know that time has healed your wounds,Yet you dread the scars.Even now, when the Bāula sings,Your morning dishevelment holds only silence…Whom do y...
The Adventurer
Adventurer All through last night, a chilling wind swept through my dreamscape. I witnessed a hawk...
Insight from the Corpus
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“Like souls selecting their earthly vessels, books yearn to choose their readers with the same deliberate care.”
The Last Adolescence
I cannot grasp this bohemian life—Wandering all day, seeking refuge..Sometimes resting upon your shoulders,To find solace, at times I escape into my...