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// i never share my work on this platform but here’s a snippet of my master’s in architectural conservation thesis — sultan jahan manzil, a heritage structure built in 1915 in aligarh city. the structure was thoroughly documented and adaptive reuse, outreach and interpretation were some of the themes explored in this study. //

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To miss someone didn't have to be blue, I learnt after spending a third of my life. I would add a sad emote icon and he'd tell me to miss him with a smile. Missing him didn't have to be melancholic. Missing him came easy and painlessly, like mellow drizzle on my weary skin. Missing him was like the month of March, where spring blossomed with a riot of colours. Missing him didn't hurt like thorns nor hollowed my insides. Missing him came effortlessly like a smooth summer drive.

/ for my fiance (now husband) while we were engaged /

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01.08.2021 / to a new chapter

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to those who didn't make it into my life: thank you. for teaching me temporary. for the hurt and for the growth.

Mademoiselle

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Hey! It was hard to find your blog after I deactivated some time ago. And now that I found it, I don't know what to make of things. Hope you're okay!

Hey! I’m doing great. Hope you’re also keeping well. :)

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Stay home stay safe

I am not even in my country man whatchu talkin' about?

Also yes, same to you. :)

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Happy birthday Mademoiselle!

Thank you. Would've been nice if you had also added your name below. :/

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Delhi is going through tough time. Hope you all are in good health

Hey! I think all of India is going through a tough time and I hope we find it in ourselves to get past this. My family and I are in good health but my heart goes out to every innocent life that's suffering, and I pray that no harm comes upon anyone. Also, thank you for your kind message. :)

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Growing up Indian 

The first time I knew of a religion other than Islam and Hinduism was when I was 11. I used to go to summer camps every summer break to put my creative side to use. “Are you a Hindu?” asked a girl from another. “No.” she said “Are you a Muslim then?” “No.” she said again “Oh then what are you?” “...” 

Something I tried to listen but couldn't, or maybe never understood. I went home the same day and asked my mother what could it have been, she told me that the girl could be a Christian, or a Sikh, a Buddhist, or a Parsi, or a Jew. That broadened my perspective of things a little bit. I grew up to find out that the human species follow different faiths, where all teach the same - love, respect and acceptance. Love towards all, respect towards all and acceptance of the existence and practice of other faiths. I was never taught to discriminate. Neither on the basis of religion nor on caste, colour or creed. I was brought up secular. I had a normal childhood, wherein I studied in a classroom with all kinds of faiths. We'd share stories, homeworks and our lunchboxes - the food brought us closer on most occasions. I have shared delicacies of Eid with my friends, shared gifts on Christmas, and watched fireworks on Dussehra and Deepawali. I have been smeared with colours on Holi and danced around bonfire on Lohri and Baisakhi. I have been to temples and mosques, gurdwaras and churches. I have tasted langar on the streets of my country. I have heard the pooja, and attended a mass, all while I knelt my knees in prayer on a Ja'namaz. This is the country I grew up in, this is what being Indian has always meant to me. This is the fabric of my country and it's being torn apart. I hope we find our way back to our roots - to being a secular nation. Our fight isn't against each other - it's against tyranny. The government is by the people, of the people and for the people - and the government is forgetting it. 

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If I had to choose between being invisible or flying, I’d choose the latter. I’ve practically been invisible all my life, and I won’t complain I like it. I’d love to fly, feel the adrenaline rush of falling, take a dive into the air and get back to flying again. I mean of course I don’t want to get bruised in the process, but oh how much do I love the funny feeling in my chest when I face stimulated danger. 

I’ve been trying to put my zip-line experience into words for many days now, and nothing seems fit. Now now, it’s not just any zip-line, it’s the world’s longest - 2.8 kms, and one goes tearing through the air at a speed of 160-180 kms/hr. You’re so insignificant and so high up the mountain, helpless and in air. The world below you is so small yet so vast and you can see the terrain all formed up. Above you is the endless sky, if you look up you lose balance, if you look down you lose a bit of your breath. 

I have never been so scared yet so ecstatic, both at the same time. I was scared the first 4 seconds after they set me free, once the rush kicked in I had never felt so euphoric. I had never felt so alive. I may sound dramatic but I could feel the happiness coursing through my veins and taking rounds on my fingertips. While the cold air dried my mouth and froze my face, the view below me warmed me up. Yes I had the same view from where I barbecued that day, but nothing beats the view I had while I was flying. I screamed out of euphoria throughout my flight. I screamed as much as I could, at the top of my lungs. I laughed. I felt fearless. 

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A month has passed with nothing from you. Is all well at your end?

Yep. I've been busy. Also out of things to post at the moment.

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same sky, different colours.

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Playlist | August | Play time: 41:57

1. Perfectly out of place: Dreams we've had

2. When the end comes: Andrew Belle

3. Easier: Mansionair

4. Speak Easy: Mansionair

5. Violet City: Mansionair

6. Killing me to love you: Vancouver Sleep Clinic

7. Affection: Between Friends

8. Wide-eyed: Cold Weather Company

9. Thoughts: Sasha Sloan

10. Don't you cry for me: Cobi