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Smit, Mawphlang and Moods of a Day
I don’t remember the day, but it was in 2015 – a year I had travelled much, without any plans- that I embarked on a journey to discover the countryside south of Shillong in the East Khasi hills. Back then Meghalaya hadn’t been explored much by tourists, and places like Dawki were only beginning to…
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being natural, living naturally
Not long ago my husband and I visited Earth Kitchen. I hadn’t stepped out of the city (or cities!) for two months and even as a child, two months was the longest duration I could stay away from nature. For me nature meant, and still means country life- hills, rivers, trees, fields, cows, dogs, birds,…
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age of affluence, eidolons of emotions
We saw it coming easy: the stage set, chairs laid out for millions of audience, and our fingers equipped to give us thousand shapes in seconds. There are thousand doors too, which would readily open for us, because it is no age of Aladdin’s cave of wonder; nor have we waited for our husbands to…
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Dreams, Demons and Frost-Flowers
Colourful flowers graced her bright white nightie and she glided with an angelic aura, as she made way through the light, the brilliance of it keeping me from opening my eyes, carrying her daughter in her arms, smiling, playing, laughing, smiling again with eyes full of gratitude. “What were you like?” Like the morning star.…
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Her Quiet Lover and Their Road
A new over-bridge was being built. Concrete and glass structures, most of them identical apartments and shopping malls, concealed from view the old, now mite bitten, carpentry shops lined along the road. The makeshift laundry shop, as luck would have it, a permanent one in the vicinity, was no more there. During the days when…
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