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Of Words, Haphazardly Drawn

June 14, 2015 mhadmin 0

To, The Master of Unmastered words Of Words, haphazardly drawn Words, haphazardly drawn, could be laughed at so easily Words, haphazardly drawn, could mean different things to each Still, Words, haphazardly drawn, oft drew a […]

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Of A Stolen Kiss

May 26, 2015 mhadmin 0

Away from the city lights, it was her abode, shaded with leaves and beautified with flowers. There on the grass, sat my queen bee with a broken foot and a wounded knee. Under the moonlight, […]

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The Big Bad City

May 26, 2015 mhadmin 0

I’d once heard someone say that no one can ever be “right” in Delhi. No matter what you  you do, you will be judged. When you come here, you realise that’s not true. You will […]

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Ringing Glasses

May 26, 2015 mhadmin 0

She never told me… The bangles, red, blue, green and pink, all those they wear – my mother, aunts and grandmother with happiness of a child and excitement a bit wild – had been and […]

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The reflection

April 24, 2015 mhadmin 0

As the waves splash against the rock, The water sprayed on the lower drapery of my frock, I stand leaning against the rock’s strength, Running my hand across its length! Far in the horizon, the […]

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Not a Misanthropist!

April 24, 2015 mhadmin 0

Yes, I like few people and I dislike a few, as a matter of choice. I’m not forced to be with certain people and I can ignore them publicly. That is probably an ideal situation. […]

The Independent Film Festival [Day 1]

March 25, 2015 mhadmin 0

At  1.30 p.m  today,  Celluloid,  the college’s  Film  Society,  flagged  off  its  3-day  Independent  Film  Festival  with the screening of  ‘Freedom  Song’  by  Paranjoy  Guha  Thakurta  and  Subi  Chaturvedi. Initially released  three  years  ago in […]

Her Peculiar Loneliness

March 14, 2015 mhadmin 0

Surrounded by four walls, in a dimly lit room, closed in by closed windows, she sat with folded legs and downcast eyes. The room was messed up yet comfortable to her. She found joys in […]

An inappropriate poem

March 14, 2015 mhadmin 0

An ostensible ‘democracy’ is where we live, Free to express, free to speak. But the day we open our minds to reach, A larger crowd, a bitter truth to preach, A white plaster is put […]

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