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byIn this abstract poem, with a number as its name, time slices the soul, perfection is undone, and colours fade away.
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When Donald Trump Built The Taj Mahal
byDonald Trump’s Taj Mahal, a tawdry casino built in Atlantic City, is a testimony to shady financial deals and crime.
Air Pollution: India’s Deadly Epidemic
byKanpur, the world’s most polluted city, struggles with an ever-increasing list of patients with respiratory illnesses.
Bhimjee Parekh & The Printing Press
byBhimjee Parekh, the tycoon who introduced the printing press in India, led the merchant protest against Aurangzeb.
Daffodils Aren’t Roses
byWhen daffodils blossom, they carry the love of children; Simon Altmann’s graceful, elegant, and melodious poem.
How Illegal Wildlife Trade Is Decimating The Flame-Lily
byThanks to Illegal Wildlife Trade, the Flame-Lily, one of the greatest medicinal plants is disappearing.
When Rabindranath Tagore Received the Nobel Prize
byIndia’s first Nobel Prize, awarded to Rabindranath Tagore, was stolen & never found; the Nobel Foundation gave two replicas.
Of Coconuts, Bananas, and Twinkies
byCoconut, Banana, and Twinkie are racial slurs – slang terms for those who are from a ‘third culture.’
On Walking
byCould bad walking tell us about Regan, Tony Blair, and why the Iraq war went so badly wrong?
My Father’s Garden
byHumanity is a continuum, a progression of life, from one generation to the other through a bond called family.
Ratirahasya: The 12th-Century Sex Manual
byRatirahasya, a sex-manual written in the 12th-century, tells how men and women were classified and represented.
Rabindranath Tagore: The Painter
by“It is the element of unpredictability in art that seems to fascinate me strongly” – Rabindranath Tagore
India Has Too Many Cults Of Personality
byThere is one thing that Gandhi, Nehru, Indira, and Modi have in common – a cult-like, larger than life personality.
The Historic Roots of Xenophobia in India
byMany aspects of xenophobia, discrimination on the basis of caste, colour and creed, existed in India for centuries.
White
byA white page is more beautiful than a poem; it is a funnel through which you can inhale love, exhale anger, and just be.