Life In Colors

By Anuja Sachdeva The play of shadows and lights is intensive and it reaches the psyche in its purest form. Shadows contain embryonic and enclosed potential of all kinds. Darkness and light co-create and co-exist. Every color has an emotional belongingness. Delayering the folds of this enclosed space exposes us to the immense scope of... Continue Reading →

Love and ‘Other Factor’

Many have died and went insane, many have lost their hearts in vain, and many have scribbled on walls, or have cut their wrists. The lower class hard working love, the middle class struggling love and the elite elegant love; they all have to go through the same bridge of ego, narcissism, adjustments and criticism.... Continue Reading →

Love Letter To Gulzar Saab

I vividly remember the Sunday when I was jumping and singing “Jangal jangal baat chali hai pata chala hai Chhaddi pehen ke phool khila hai phool khila hai” And my parents thought that I was just making up the second line, they didn’t believe me, till they actually heard the song on television. I think... Continue Reading →

Through the Eyes of Patriarchy

  ‘Patriarchy’ is such a miraculously dominant word, even pronouncing it makes your heart pound and gives you goose bumps. The frown on your face becomes more prominent and the eyes dilate and stretch. Its existence has infected society with ego, vanity and pride, as a result, the war of egos has created children of... Continue Reading →

You often penetrate my Mind

  The flinging words, the screeching words, the artistically inflated words or simply words in their birthday suits are impeccably capable of penetrating your mind. And even if I change the word – ‘Word’ from the preceding sentence with terms like ‘Gesture, Expression or Emotion’, I won’t be wrong in concluding that any unquantifiable attraction... Continue Reading →

If you can’t fix it, you gotta stand it!

  Review of Close Range: Wyoming Stories by Annie Proulx Set in a landscape where rambling about emotions and feelings comes secondary to barely surviving, these stories are oblivious to philosophical angst, emotional wreckage and what not. The main purpose of life here is to go on, from one day to another. The writing language is... Continue Reading →

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