
Monsoon and Melodrama: A Perfect Match Or A Contradiction?
Monsoon, memories and melodrama ; The three words are linked inextricably!
Monsoon, memories and melodrama ; The three words are linked inextricably!
Anindita Chowdhury gives us glimpses of her childhood in Odisha.
The takeaway is that while industry is imperative, you will thrive only if you are adept at unlearning, hustling and aggressively finding solutions in a world where Artificial Intelligence is taking over even before you are aware of it.
I learnt how not all Americans celebrate Christmas. I was organically and naturally ‘inoculated’ to have cultural sensitivity and to ask before assuming about someone’s faith and beliefs. My cards now simply read – Happy Holidays.
The youngsters were chirping excitedly among themselves. School holidays had started and the excitement was palpable. “So, which days are we meeting? Panchami or Shasthi?
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
Still, monsoon arrives every year unfailingly with all her magic, soaking the asphalt-covered streets, the resonance of falling rain on tin sheds reminding one of the mellifluous notes of the Santoor and the urban poet is content in writing his name on the fogging glass facade of the airconditioned coffee shop.
How naive it was of me, when I dreamt of splashing waters and letting myself feel the rain, when someone, probably a few kilometres away, was struggling with an ounce of drinking water or some morsel of grains or a shelter to cover themselves!
Next time when you start humming a song, be observant if they tick any of the points listed above. If they do, I am not asking you to change the song, just think would you like to be the subject of the song though.
Crunch. You should remember what you built !!! Crunch.You should feel the texture of what you are eating!!
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