What’s there to not love about your favourite auntie? When free reign is only free as skin-deep is deep, when metaphors become allegories, Blues become happy and parents stand on the side stage cheering you on – as your free-spirited auntie stands with your feisty interests. What’s there not to love about a mouth that […]
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#গরু
প্রতি ডিসলেক্সিক মুহূর্তে মনে পরে গুরু এবং গরু – র মধ্যে একটি সূক্ষ্ম রেখা রয়েছে।
Tiny tale of a #TigerCub
“Did you call for rain?” A woman in a frilly white saree and opal jewellery asked, stepping closer to the tiger cub. Stitched named tag on her silver blouse read ‘Indre’. Pouting little tiger cub let out a high-pitched cry and chuffed, as he sat on the curb and nodded, carefully curled within limited shade […]
Stardust
Year ago I sat around waving a white flag, that’s about it, I said to myself. These clouds keep swirling around. From blue moon that spelled like a round Saphire on my thirteenth birthday, to stars that dropped from the night sky. I ran to the balcony to gather star dust – concrete jungle surrounding […]
Day 161 (272 Days)
Day 161: Late english hawthorn a new, hairy baby born after the tiger – evolving blossom a sweet moulded changeling my first born.
Crazy Positivity
I cannot see myself being optimistic when melancholy is a part of our daily conversation of gestures. Body social and it’s individuation, mimetic synchronicity – one attacks and the other follows. One way or the other – aggravation. Jean said, “Democracy is the menopause of Western society, the Grand Climacteric of the body social. Fascism […]
President-Tzar
A new era. A pandemic and a war. Civilisation didn’t come too far. Mother for her children – hear her cry as she sings them to sleep, scared for their safety. Father for his children – watch him stay strong despite all odds, scared for life. Mourning for the dead… We are all related someway […]
Design
Shining wintertimea little, fast mac designsbeyond the design.
Worker
If the mark of a leader is to not falter from learning new, then mark of a worker is to not falter from overwork. Wake-up, brush-up, shower-up: Go! Body-ache, muscle-cramps, tiredness doesn’t help so… Work, work, bills are waiting – smoke floating, train to catch. Nothing more definite than end of month, roaring stomach and […]
Boggart
I look at tough situations often seeing it as ridiculous. Like a boggart in a cupboard, that dies with my laughter. More you provoke, more you stimulate my brain. Often I imagine my provocateur red faced, shake of anger, popping veins on forehead… Some even come with inborn horns, jealous of happy and afraid of […]
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 