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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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a drowsy afternoon

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

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 … More

city, dehradun, exclusion, gypsy, story, writing

Writing Potion

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

beverage, coffee, writer, writing

Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees

Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the … More

bird, letter, monochrome, music, nature, night, photography, poetry, writing

Loss

Dear Friend of my Heart, We were so deeply immersed in a callous darkness, drawing feeble lines of colors we … More

letter, life, loss, meaning, nature, photography, purpose, story, writing

When I Grow up

Dear Friend of my Heart, I saw a middle-aged man sit beside a sapling and speak to it of everything … More

ambition, education, letter, nature, photography, reptile, story, writing

Treasures, Wings and the Moon

Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing … More

absurd, flying, full moon, letter, Moon, myth, photography, story, writing

shadows: a verse meets a verse

Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most delightful occurrence, in the most daringly playful of my opinions, when a … More

beauty, letter, photography, poetry, romance, shadow, writing

A Carefree Composition

Dear friend of my heart, I do not understand why anyone would give up the heaven and hell of deep … More

emotion, feeling, letter, magic, night, nightsky, photography, romantic, writing

Dying Star

The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines … More

art, dark, death, night, nomad, poetry, reflection, star, writing

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