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Dear Readers, I write to you from the Delhi bound Sarai Rohilla Express. As I leave behind fields and acacias and hazy white skies at a mile a minute, I cannot help but think of the subliminal message this travel conveys about the past one year. Let me take you through it. Did Covid turn …
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Hello! In the last post, I shared a poem with you which was accompanied by an AI image. A reader wrote back to say how they were unable to accept a creative using AI. When I argued it was only an image and the poem was self-composed, they mentioned it was still a sort of …
Dear Reader, Winter is upon us. Literally. The lizards in my house have disappeared and there are no more mosquitoes that need swatting. They tell me that winter is the perfect time to shed busyness, to put it on hold. When we return, the world will be right there, I'm sure, hardly having missed us. …
Dear Readers, Last evening I read a story that has been nagging me persistently ever since. The setting of the story is a familiar territory that I’ve had the opportunity to observe closely. Naturally, the moment I glanced at the snippet, I was keen to read the whole thing. Unfortunately, the story left me disappointed, …
Dear Readers, I’ve been spending time with my children’s manuscript lately. The first draft of this middle grade chapter book was written in 2020. I didn’t think much about it back then because I was still experimenting with writing, shifting from one genre to another, writing at my will and pace, and pretty much everything …
so I may not forget the tiny balcony in my ancestral home where Baba crouched on his haunches and smoked in the afternoons of live cricket matches that played on his green transistor more than thirty years ago. On most days that memory is enough, even though the tobacco on the tendu leaf turned his …
A Hundred Quills 