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I have come to dread January. That’s where it begins. The show ends. You release a breath. There is relief. And a void. You think of an evening years ago. Another show-end. Twilight and city lights. They spoke of magic that was just somehow out of reach. A strange sadness born of beauty and the Read more
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I wasn’t the most extra-curricular type as a student. The only time I remember being in a play was for the neighborhood Saraswati Pujo cultural function when I was in Class 2 or 3. I played one half of the split role of a grumpy old man in Obak Jolpan. I wore my green Manali Read more
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“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.” Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man. Read more
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I wish upon a star, Let me sing my song. And I shall fly afar, Will you come along? The forests of the night, The forking paths in the woods, The polestar in our sight, And I know we’ll be good. The monster at the gate Needs only a little love, Darling don’t be late, Read more
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(Photos by Sona Balayan, Kelsey Todd & Yang Yu respectively, via unsplash.com) Keeping it Clean/Growing Apart In the end it wasn’t a big deal,No climactic parting of ways.We met as before, for a quiet meal,And made small talk.Split the bill, as we had always done:Will see you soon, this was fun.I checked my phone for Read more
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A couple of self-rejected poems from 24th November 2019. How to Write a PoemFind a feeling and squeeze onto the page.Cling on to the loose ends so they don’t slip away.Take a raincheck on that feeling.Got a name for it yet?You need something more to keepThe words coming, butWords won’t fill up that space eating Read more
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Lately I’ve been going through old writings and finding incomplete and rejected stuff littered in old diaries. This one’s from 27th June, 2019. I was writing it for some poetry submission thing but didn’t like it enough. Also I didn’t mean this to be a prose poem originally but now I think that format might Read more
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[A stream-0f-consciousness drabble. No spelling or grammar check.] It’s too hot for motivations and meanings. I don’t know what I am doing. And the void stares me at my face again and I wonder what it would it be like to be blimped out of existence. Not death. That’s painful and scary. An escape from Read more
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I learned yesterday that Prof. G Peter Winnington has died. This will not mean anything to most people on my feed, but for anyone who has ever researched Mervyn Peake, Winnington’s work has been invaluable. I know my own PhD would never have been done without his help. He was the editor of the Mervyn Read more
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Photo by Maddy Bazzocco via Unsplash.com Woke up and remembered it’s a Monday. Take that printout. Get it signed. Collect assignments. File documents. Talk to X. Revert back to Y. Corrections. Make a folder and save some photographs. Get that draft email checked and signed. Ask Z about that fund requisition. Sign more papers. Plan Read more
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Ruchira"s Rambling