A storyteller, following the ancient tradition of cave chroniclers, standing in vrikshasana (the tree pose) on a hill top (it is sunny, but windy), breathing in and out stories (relishing it all, but at times overwhelmed), declares animatedly that she will continue to – tell stories, share rare story gems, and connect with the pacy universe while also keeping the website ad-free.
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Sujata – The Voice of the Unheard
Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam – A tale of role-reversals and downfalls
Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi (That which moves is called a car)
Mrinal Sen’s Aakaler Shandhane (In Search of Famine)
La Strada And The Round-Faced Clown
Sherni – Even in the dense jungle, the tigress knows her way.
Gabbeh, the 1996 film, is a simple tale of a gipsy girl, her clan and the way their life goes on. Unfolding beautifully just like an artist painting a canvas, Gabbeh quietly touches the grand questions.
Godard… Breathless and Alive
The Anime World
Arthdal Chronicles: Unfolding of the Epic Saga
She Wanted Storms
- Jazzing the Big Book Look
- Carved and Alive
- Sun – A Flambeau Hi-Fi
- Bach’s Seagull meets Shelley’s Skylark
- The Truth is Pale Blue and its Apparent Size is Equal to a Dot
- The Flying Golden-Grass Machine
- The Sweet Sound Waves
- A Telltale Heart’s Secret
- A Dream of Twin Rainbows
- Jasmine-Rich Raga
- The Old Fortune-Teller’s Special Offer
- The Unfinished Book
- It Counterpoised Me Again
- Etching It
- Illusion is the First of All Pleasures – Voltaire
- My Victory Smile!
Regina Spektor’s Musical World – Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V
Of Monsters and Men and This Journey
The Circle Game, Joni Mitchell, You and Me
The Answer Is Blowin’ In The Wind
The Wonderful Mr. Tambourine Man Song
Abracadabra On This Independence Day
The Broken Nest and Other Stories by Rabindranath Tagore
Sharpening the Lens Cavafy Style
A Posy Of Poems
That the dark clouds will pour heavily and ceaselessly, that the rainbow will nurture joyous moments, that a true feeling is there to stay forever, but only to forsake rudely with lessons to accept and time as a remedy, making a revelation that such is life, does this change what is transient into eternal?
The Second Track
The second track requires a different set of shoes feels Rebecca very strongly. A pair that can match the track’s rhythm, can dance, tip toe, jump and even fly.
Yes fly! For walking on the second track is dull and usual, but dreaming high, high, high requires tools. Tools like the right pair of shoes, a chirpy, gritty soul that eats butter-jam dreams, a soul that drinks milky-milky creams.
Universe’s a Disciplined Place
Silver cascade shimmering the night sky, music to the waves and surreal beauty to the eyes, the Moon loves the art of discipline.
It may be difficult to believe for the Moon’s splendour defies time, it stupefies the clock, it follows the path of a dreamer, but how could this be possible if the Moon knew not discipline?
Amir Khusrau and the Mustard Flowers
Only when I couldn’t find the pen today, I picked you to write my random thoughts down. Not so sharp, but nice and silvery, I wrote some charcoal rich lines. That you are not related to permanence, that all the lines written can be erased and that I was thinking about permanence before I reached half of the page, made me ponder. Life was different as a child, when I scribbled, played the dot game on the last page of my notebook and the famous noughts and crosses. I was chaotic and fearless, almost heroic when you and I first met.
In this moment, I am a little bit of this and a little bit of that, I am complete and incomplete, I am pleased and uncertain, I wish for nothing and I know I have to wait.
Because the distance covered reminds me of the hurdles I have crossed and the ones I could not, it reminds me of a throbbing past and a dreamy future and it reminds me of how much time is left.
- Agent P
- The Great Indian House
- An Old Tune
- Pourquoi – Why?
- Which One?
- Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and Ours
- The Elevator Masterclass
- Darkness and Pleonasm
- Agnes Obel and The Narrative
- A Would-Be Pirate Pasha de Roos and the Parkinson’s Law
- Interviewing A Busy Ant
- A ‘Loose Talk’ Show by Two Giants
- Incomplete Tale
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