Sikkim:paradise unexplored.

“It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape.” ― Ruskin Bond, Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas And the fellow writer don’t want any escape also.She has always been a mountain girl,right from her childhood days.It scarcely matters…

Tu me manques maa

Dear maa, Every time when I write you a letter, I am acutely aware that they never reach you, but some things in life we don’t wanna accept. Sometimes I do wonder where you have gone, sometimes I try to look into distant trees or the faraway houses, as far my eyes could reach, hoping…

On the last sunset

Blank. That might be the perfect word to commence this piece with. There’s a strange thing you sense in your stomach,whether it’s imperceptible yearning for something that is fading into memories into your hands,I am barely aware of that. On the threshold of the final year of graduation ceases, you realize that those things you…

Fearless-Indian women in literature

“Like other women writers of my class, I am expected to tame my talent to suit the comfort of my family.”  I came across the writings of ‘Madhaavikutty’ as She was fondly known in Malayalam during my under graduation,but the first line of ‘The Introduction’ cajoled me into comprehend this mysterious,fierce and a writer of…

The meeting.

A streak of warm light fell on Aditi’s facial curves, she detached the rubber-band from her hair and let it drop against the shafts. Sunday mornings bear with its arrival the sense of tranquility of not rushing which narrates her other days. She took her phone and dived into the abyss of the virtual world,…

The anatomy of a writer

The slavering glance on the ascenting sun, a puff of smokes emanated, the typewriter relentlessly working like a labour in the magnamious farms The sun brings light,but as if the darkness in the back of her room was a metaphor of her. Her pessimism was artistry as she carved words out of her calamitous abyss,…

Immortalem

Never will I know how the rain felt that evening, Lovers hand wrapt in gaiety, a silent smile appears The tears dribbling in harmony with tales of yesterday gone astray the smoke of the burnt cigarette ascending the misty dusk, Never will I know how the rain felt that evening the roadside vendor’s melancholy muddled…

Reliving Kabuliwala

When you read a short story you came out a little more aware,a little more in love with the world around you. – George Saunders. On a crisp winter afternoon when the sun is shrinking into the fade blue profundity of the unknown, I witnessed a retelling of the timeless classic of Rabindranath Tagore, ‘Kabuliwala’-…

Changing trends in Indian Cinema.

If the film is simple..you can include a hundred details..that create the illusion of actuality better. -Satyajit Ray Cinema could be referred as the ‘bread and toast’ of Indian audience,with one of the vast and expanded film industry in the world , it reaches upto 1.2 billion Indians to the world outside this continent. If…