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A roguish year, 2020, I believe was a twist in our LIVE story. Terrible, oh, terrible things happened. Let us nurture hope, let us learn from our mistakes, let us help each other and contribute honestly to this change.
Let the old charm of stories work, let stories heal your tired heart.
This colossal twist proves that the great writer is planning to finish a chapter, but the story is far from over. Dawn is about to break, the sun rays will fall on a new beginning soon.
Come to Chiming Stories, pocket old and new posts and watch, along with me, the horizon.
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Cinema Paradiso
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
Favourite Reads
- 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!
Music Mela
Abracadabra On This Independence Day
The Broken Nest and Other Stories by Rabindranath Tagore
Sharpening the Lens Cavafy Style
Raga Pranayama
A Posy Of Poems
The Second Track
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
Another Moment
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.
Illimitable Splendour
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- The Poet, The Sound
- The Child, The Feminine, The God
- The Sun, The Moon, The Earth
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- Begin and End Like a Raag
- Let’s Take The Final Curtain Call Together
- Ever Since
- मंत्र नंबर 205 / Mantra Number 205
- Morning Sunlight Carrier
- Of Monsters and Men and This Journey
- She Wanted Storms
- Godard… Breathless and Alive
- Ninety-Nine Times out of a Hundred
- A Telltale Heart’s Secret
- The Drifting Montages
This brought out the artist within you very well! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Thank you so very much!
so fresh n natural piece of write up..
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