Re-imagining Classics-through a female gaze.

‘Little Women is coming near your theatres in 2020’ Before that Corona came, so Torrent as usual steps in the humble abode of this eternally broke student’s life. ‘Adaptation’- the word itself is appalling to any book-lovers, irrespective of any particular book and if that specific book is that one which had already gone through…

Floating through the timelapse.

‘I thought you died.’ My dear readers, even I had the same assumption about my own existence. Keeping aside the the pessimistic undertone in this conversation for a while.(Until I return to it a few seconds later.) ‘Floating through the timelapse’-It is timelapse, isn’t it ? The hour, days, months seems to evaporate like the…

The tangling 21

One summer evening three decades ago I wrote a letter to the dreams I had when I was eighteen years old,guess what my dear reader’s time has taken a wing, and here I am sitting in my dimly lit room where the only warm light is coming from the fairy light that hangs on the…

Whisper of the heart

One of the most adored writing that I have on my blog is the unplanned ones,the random musings that is scribbled directly from my heart,and it has been months since I wrote something and many of my followers and dear friends kept asking me why I am not writing or I should get back to…

Imperfectly perfect-my journey to writing.

I gazed at the laptop screen for few mintues,then I thought well how bad a confession can be,writing has always been a way for me to reveal in words that I wouldn’t rather reveal in speeches.That’s what writers do,we are such smart folks(literally laughing on myself.)Now you must be wondering how perfect made me unhappy.Perfect…

Writings of not writing.

Blue lights are waning on the rooftop My hands are wobbling and empty. My mind chaotic,tacit and burning, my pen falters to write a poem, For the moon,lovers and loss are hyped. The slovenly locks unfurled like the fantasy of a lover, Flowing to an imperceptible universe, She ponders between the lost and the living,…

Paradise found:North sikkim.

As I sit here to write about North Sikkim,my mind is transported to the lush green valley and the blue colored water of Teesta floating down the snow-covered mountains and the sun rays peeking from the mountain atop,and suddenly I was an Alice in a wonderland. But it took Alice seven hours to reach there.Phew!…

Terrace

A puff of smoke is distilled in the distinct dark night sky,Srinanda’s hair glistened with the moon,her brow twitched as her cellphone flashed with a number.She looked straight into nowhere from her Terrance,her mind twisted with the thought of Avilash. ‘It’s not possible for me to come this week,work pressure has been tremendous. Sorry baby,…