You couldn’t invest in real estate
Nor buy posh cars
Nor did you take us to tour in some lavish mountain or ocean
But
Opened your pot and fed us sweetmeats
One by one every night...
A virtual route of creative and cultural exchange
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Kolkata, India
« 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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She told me over the phone, ’Guess what, we went to Goa, 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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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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Abstract Globalization generally refers to the increased interdependence of the world’s economies signified by the circulation of information, money, people and goods across national boundaries. It has of late... 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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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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