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I see a hilltop on the horizon. A lot of green and bits of white thrown into its midst. There are wild flowers of every colour whose names I do not care to know. They belong exclusively to this hill, to me. I feel a wind blowing across my face, beckoning me to come closer. It is not too cold,…

"Oh to be young, and feel love's keen sting"- A harmless bit of reminiscence on Albus Dumbledore's part, but a few more people and stings later, this statement assumes a deeper and more terrifying meaning. That every emotion lies within the range of two extremes is as good a truth as any. But one needs to ask oneself- how much…

My mother still has the habit of prodding me on every New Year’s Eve as to whether I have decided on a resolution for the upcoming twelve months. You’d think that considering the generation gap that exists between us, I’d be the one chalking down a diary full of aspirations. Instead, it has been some time since I took up…

My visits to my social media platforms are often marred with long spells of inactivity. To the extent that my existence, even in real life is subjected to severe inquiries. Because who, in times like ours stays away from the mandatory pull that is social validation? And yet, I somehow succeed. Or as others would term it, fail, miserably at…

Project FUEL; Deepak Ramola; Stitch In Time;

The beauty of a proverb lies in realizing how a set of words, as small a cluster as possible, has the power to invoke a different kind of feeling, depending on the situation we find ourselves in. It is, for the lack of a more meaningful analogy, the most complicated, yet simple and complete form of poetry. It is subtle,…

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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