Writing
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We sat out on the porch, Overlooking the mighty Nelliyampathi, Braiding each other’s hair, As the evening sun was dimming, And the flickering lampposts grazed their yellow lights on the green paddy fields on either side of the pathway in front of us. The camphor scent from Ammama’s* pooja room Brimmed in the air around…
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The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition, always new books , new programmes, new films, new items but always the same meaning” Barthes on mass culture. Is it just the bane of mass culture? Do we ever have anything new? Anxiety of influence probably disturbs every creator because how could he or she…
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People have become more obsessed with productivity apps than ever before. It is all in a quest to manage time. The concept of time has always baffled us, yet everything is looked at and understood from the perspective of time. From seconds to decades, time is measured, and we know that time is the most…
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In the midst of these winter days, cooped up in warm blankets, I am irresistibly lost in my reveries of the warm summer sun. It is as if I want the summer back to feel alive again. I am waiting for that warm breeze to put spring back in my heels so that I can…
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When I touched it first,It felt soft and plush.It felt like a warm hugThat I wanted to last forever.I felt it to be delicate,I was careful.I kept it neatly folded In my chest.I brimmed with prideof my treasure,Neatly folded and hiddenIn my chest.Yesterday, I unfolded it,Only to see the creases in its folds.It has lost…
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Writing has always felt natural to me. I know I have a lot to share with the world, though I am unclear who would want to hear me. Toni Morrison says in the preface to her first novel, “If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” Her words…
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