TWO ON TRAIL
The tale of two individuals on a journey
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My mother, like most mothers of people my age, is a woman in her mid fifties. Like most Indian mothers, she has always been very protective of me. Often in my mid teens, I mistook her acute level of protectiveness for a strong feeling of possessiveness and extra control on my life. Initially, I revolted,…
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Since I have moved to the US and gradually matured, the conversations between me and my parents have evolved in their own way. Often times, my mother would ask me, “When are you finishing up and coming back home?” I would never have an answer to please her. And when I would ask her “Why…
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I stepped out of his cab in front of the house Aniruddha used to live in then, shut the door, bent down to look at his face across the window and specifically remember to have said, “Take care”. I genuinely meant that when I said that, I recollect. After a while we came in and…
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We haven’t said much about our cab rides in a while. Well, as I said in my previous post, getting into a meaningful conversation needs that spark, that openness from both ends and sometimes everything doesn’t come into place together. Guess what! After quite some time searching for that spark, today I found it. We…
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The new year eve of 2007. It was the age when we did not have a computer at home and my father, ever excited to watch and make me watch the well known classics of his time, used to get a DVD player from a store that rented out DVD players and DVDs. I loved…
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This post essentially marks the end of my first semester at UMBC. H-u-r-r-a-y!! This, in itself calls for all the celebrations irrespective of all the festivities of this wintry season! The end of my first semester at UMBC has officially marked the end of a dreary six months. This year has not been easy with…
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Dreams and desires – aren’t they fascinating beings? Don’t they form the grand scheme of things in our survival? What are our lives if not just a search for the direction to guide us towards them? Someone once told me, “Original ideas are pretty hard to come by.” Well, there are times when I ponder and…
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This article was written on 14th April, 2014 after the mesmerizing SPIC MACAY event hosted at Miranda House, University of Delhi. The fingers ran, the breath ran out..Lips pressed tight onto the hard metal tube. The hands clutched the sticks hard and struck with a boom on the tight skin of the drum. A perfect…
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It has been a week of rain now, She saw her panes grow hazy. A hundred new thoughts, A thousand new words to shed – Why is it everyone talks of ‘Love’? She wanted to talk something new. She came to you to feel anew and all she felt was lazy. They said, you feel…
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To live in the midst of hills and open your eyes in the morning to hills, makes you inexplicably poetic and drives the poet in you to fall for everything you see around you. Here I am, a wretched soul with an explicit excitement bubbling every now and then in me to vent out a…