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Posts By Sarba Roy

The first time a baby tastes medicine, he cries. So he's pacified with something sweet. In the absence of sweet, water is offered to dilute the drug's bitterness. And eventually it disappears. So does the baby's tears. All, with time. Nobody teaches him to cry when the first drop of that dark liquid grazes his lips. He does so because…

Certain words in the English vocabulary transcend the importance of being emphasised upon. They encompass, within their few letters, such depth and significance, that their explanations suffer from the want of more. Any task, be it as simple and seemingly insignificant as pouring tea leaves from a packet into the jar, calls for sincerity and seriousness, to the extent that…

‘Every season in the hills has an essence of its own, one as beautiful as the other', I remember our porter saying, as he hauled our luggage off the sidewalk of Gangtok's tidy Mall Road. Monsoon was slowly descending upon the land of Sikkim, making its way up from the South. Our arrival was veiled in a haze of white,…

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