She told me over the phone, ’Guess what, we went to Goa,
... A train-ride from Bombay, with mountains on one side
And little villages on the other, intruded by
A sublet of the sea.
We...
« Poems, to me, are not just powerful words or emotions recollected in tranquility. There are a purposeful, imaginative distance between the world and its inhabitants, between the poet and his reader, between you and me. » —Binayak Banerjee, Religion and Writing
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Will dread to speak straight Will find... media_text
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My World, My Writing Poetry, to me, is a continuous struggle to bridge the sense of materialistic cosmopolitan presence with the realm of emotional privacy. Now, this privacy... media_text
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These mannequin fountains and servant lawns media_text
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Blue above, blue beneath; waters and skies kiss at yonder point. A thick line stretches with flags of greenery, bold enough media_text
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You couldn’t invest in real estate media_text
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There is no reveal of Tabla or Pakhwaj in primeval India. Also, talking about Pakhwaj and Mridangam in general, no principle difference can be put to paper regarding the use of these instruments in India. Beliefs and... media_text
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Satish’s habit of reading the newspaper early in the morning was gone a long time ago. He had that urge when he had to dress up and go on duty, sitting in front of the wheel and narrating to his boss in a nutshell... media_text
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