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Talking to the Mirror
Birds have a strange little habit. They are awed by their own reflection. This feathery fluff ball who comes to my verandah does the same. He is so taken by his reflection, he seems to be almost in love with it. Perhaps he thinks it is another bird, but then he never does try to…
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In between
The hour right after sunset, and just before night creeps is a timeless hour. Just at that interval, even as everything moves, a strange sense of a sudden cessation overcomes the world. The cars maybe speeding along the highway, but without purpose. People may move on the sidewalks, but without hurry. It is an hour…
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Reading Under-water
I don’t remember the first time I started reading. Probably because it was not a particularly glorious moment or maybe because it was very early on in life. But what I do remember is how I felt when I read. To find a Metaphor to describe what reading feels like is futile, because the experience…
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Does Matter matter?
In the Grand Design of things, there is always the question of what matters the most. Some say nothing matters, some say everything matters. But what exactly does matter. Its a grand philosophical question that has confused and befuddled minds far rich. And then why do we continue to ponder it? If the geniuses and…
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Sodium Streetlamps
It was only about five or ten years ago that all the yellow sodium streetlamps in my city were replaced with the bright white lights. The sodium lamps had a charm that these new ones could not imitate. They may not be the most efficient or even environment friendly but they had an old world…
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Having Fun
This little critter here seems to have quite a strong aversion to being photographed. Quite a few times have I reached for the camera, switched it on and pointed it up, only to find an empty frame. And that happened too many times for it to be a coincidence. We call this feathered little thing,…
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October
It never snows here in the Tropical country where I live. And even though I have seen snow and have been to countries where it does snow, it has always fascinated me. It is a strange hope that I have held since childhood that one day I would see snow drifting down from a grey…
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Memory
The heat of the day harvests grains of existence from me. I am made aware of the intense transience of memory. So fragile is our being. Even a tiny ray of sunlight takes away from us a hint of what we are. It leaves us questioning what it has taken away. Was it the memory…
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Thought and Pictures
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