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Alleys

for a lawless wandering of thoughts

6th Oct 201924th Nov 2019

By the river Meuse

“While I seethe in my self embarrassment, I hear the grandma in front of me mutter, ‘rechts, uitstappen rechts,’ which means, ‘right, exit is on the right.’ I smile to myself, am not alone in my stupidity.”

Posted in Travel. Tagged Countryside, Maastricht, Netherlands, Travel, Travelogue.
29th Sep 201924th Nov 2019

A delightful gentleman, indeed.

How can any man be so much of a gentleman, persistently, that the title of the book on him, especially mentions this trait of his?

Posted in Reviews.
10th Jun 201910th Jun 2019

The woman with the yellow umbrella

‘The cherry blossoms need to keep the drops for a while, they need the freshness amidst the heat of recent days.’ She imagined, and smiled.

Posted in Roads.
29th Mar 20196th Oct 2019

To make her laugh

” Because in the moments when you laugh, you can’t be anything but happy. And in the moments of laughter, there hides love.”

Posted in Perturbations.
31st Jan 201912th Apr 2019

One afternoon

“I walked back from lunch,
crossed the street without a second thought,
and was humming a Hindi song when,
just like that, out of nowhere,
it snowed.”

Posted in Random Poetry.
26th Jan 20191st Feb 2019

Waiting for birds

“I wait, patiently, curious.
Out of which corner will it enter
and towards where will it go?”

Posted in Random Poetry.
4th Dec 201812th Apr 2019

Some mornings

‘Look here, you have no reason,
to complain and fret.
There is food in the fridge,
there is this cute home, wood and white.
And of course, there is the duvet.’

Posted in Random Poetry. 6 Comments
3rd Dec 20183rd Dec 2018

Between a movie and a word

‘But dear ‘esoteric,’ inside my head, you shall forever be mapped to the scene in ‘Spring summer fall winter… and spring,’ where a murderer carves out the Budhist sutra for controlling one’s mind. ‘

Posted in Reviews.
8th Nov 20186th Oct 2019

Roads

“Not the kinds that Robert Frost took in his poetry, the ones less travelled.”

Posted in Travel. 1 Comment
28th Sep 201828th May 2020

Notes on ‘The Great Gatsby’

‘After all Nick Carraway is the narrator, he put the story down. All those observations, carrying layers of meaning, are products of Nick’s intelligence.’

Posted in Reviews.

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