pensive thoughts

To move with total abandon, not to think, No more secrets not even from one self. To be as light as the wind, To be like the soaring imaginations---

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Jim Corbett-A chapter each night

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My daughter came home yesterday evening somewhat earlier than her play time, terribly anxious and flustered at the fact that a small snake...
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Dighir Pare

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On certain nights there are nightmares, dull, blinding and dramatic. Every time the scene is the same, I run down the Sukleshwar ghat on t...
Sunday, August 3, 2014

-Rage is my colour-

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'Oh you're a Brahmin too!' she had exclaimed- with an expansive hand, and a sherbet  syrupy sweet. 'Of course we shall acco...
Friday, June 27, 2014

All for a song

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Went for a morning ride after long today. Somewhere during the ride spotted two musicians, walking from door to door playing ...
Saturday, June 14, 2014

HURRIEDLY BREWED: THE TASTE OF A CITY

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Ten in the evening, the sun has gone down since ages now, all that remains of the light is encapsulated in the halogen lamps placed at a s...
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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

'I write, so I can sleep well'

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The summer of 2014 has been dedicated to traveling. I've visited big cities, small towns, road side villages, jungles and river beds. ...
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Friday, March 28, 2014

The death of a tree

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I live in a house with a bamboo clump. The clump is rather large, with strong yellow stems that reach out high. Those who have stayed clo...
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Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
Im a keen people watcher and a poet. A web based columnist by profession, I also write on Art & Cinema.
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