Of a girl and a bird…

The girl. If one were to capture a panoramic view from where she stood and saw the birds go about in their daily chores, three-fourths of the captured image would be filled up with tall multi-storeyed buildings, full of people, working inside them. The remaining quarter would show something that now resembles a hill. Atop... Continue Reading →

A window, and myriad untold stories…

I doubt if there can ever be a more avid, unbiased and an empathetic listener than a room’s window. A window is like a caboodle of stories; stories that were never told to anyone, stories that will remain untold, stories not shared amongst the family members, stories including the ones whispered to oneself in the... Continue Reading →

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