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Story Of The Footloose

In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.

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an Old Ache and a New Song

Dear friend of my heart, Some days an old ache that I thought I had left behind returns and intensifies.…

frendship, healing, letter, love, music, music video, trust

Chair of Poetry

Dear friend of my heart, There is a chair I once came to occupy; a chair of silence, of reflection,…

dusk, letter, love, melancholy, poet, poetry

a drowsy afternoon

Dear friend of my heart, The sweltering mid-summer afternoons here in Dehradun are not half as unbearable in the placid…

flowers, garden, letter, melancholy, nature, nostalgia, orchids, photography, writing

A Gypsy in Dehradun

When I studied the west, which is all many of us seem to be doing by design, I came across…

city, dehradun, exclusion, gypsy, story, writing

A Letter to the Beautiful Stranger

Dear Friend of my heart, For years I have written songs for the singular joy of music and for the…

letter, love, music, poem, poetry, song, spokenword

O Monkey, Monkey, wherefore art thou Monkey?

There was a time, though I cannot seem to either remember or imagine it anymore, when I was actually excited…

dehradun, humor, india, monkey, monochrome, nature, photography, story

Writing Potion

That brown earthy aroma of ground coffee in a wicked alliance with rum is made homelier with a deliberate allowance…

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Fragments and Illustrations

Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe…

absurd, dark, existential, sketch, story, strange

Mulberry for the Fledglings

Dear Friend of my Heart, By the beginning of May the less elevated parts of the Dun Valley experience a…

bird, birdwatching, dehradun, garden, monochrome, nature, photography

a shameless bibliophile

To study literature is perhaps the most grueling, even a macabre torment that a lover of literature could invite upon themselves. The horror lies in the fact that one ends up failing to enjoy literature as they once did and they are not even aware of it for years.

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