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Exploring Puri: Where the Pilgrim soul meets the Adventurer

After many years since my childhood, I decided to take a long train ride, this time to Puri, Odisha. If you are one of those tourists who prefer to take your time and reminisce your childhood days swinging your way to your destination, then don’t forget to board the 2pm Shatabdi express to Puri. The window seat had worked wonders for me, that not only helped me relax but also the scenic beauty…

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Death, Decadence and Descension

This blog shall, in entirety, focus on the interdisciplinary aspect of literature and art, especially where the wall between the two dissolves into a non-linear trajectory. Live your life to the fullest Grunge Pop

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Memories of Partition and Life today

Memories of Partition and Life today

My passion to interview and record my first story with a willing intervieweeon behalf of the 1947 Partition Archive finally came true on 19th December,2022 when Mr. Debnath, a resident of Shyamnagar, West Bengal came forward toshare his story. Originally, born in Bangladesh he had migrated while themarsh-country was embroiled in inter-communal riots in 1946. At present, anoctogenarian recalls how…

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Reconfigurement-Book Review

Reconfigurement by E. Alan Fleischauer in an informative yet entertaining way makes the reader aware of the nuances of retirement. That retirement does not only come with a sedentary and absolutely no work affair is written on stone by Fleischauer. With witty comments and amusing interjections in between some serious talk, Fleischauer makes it officially known that retirement is no mean and easy…

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When Night Falls

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warnings- none

Scenario- Ever thought how your roommate might not be all that he seems to be...

Cam boy x fem reader [simply insert/imagine yourself in the story and read on]

Tags- Fluff, friendship, cute romance [might be rated M in future scenes, might also involve graphic sexual representation and narration]

In part 2, I’ll be balancing between you and me pov, okay?

Did you see that right? Was that exactly what you saw? But before you could think of something utterly crazy your line of thoughts was cut off by the guy in the room. “Did you just barge into my room?” At ‘my room’ you swiftly turned your neck, the rapidity with which you did so could have snapped your neck into two like in one of those Japanese noirs. “Your room?” You two could hardly see each other, well scratch that, there was no way in hell you could even gauge where you were looking at to be exact, if you’re to go by his heavy and laboured breath he was standing quite close, closer than he was when he was doing his dick-ritual. Okay, you admit he was doing something but then again it’s none of your stupid business, the moment you made it your business you’d end up embarrassing yourself, just as you’re doing now. This possibly couldn’t be his room, right? This unknown guy in darkness must be your roomie’s boyfriend or whatever but not…you so wish he’s your roommate? Don’t you? You felt the room temperature flare up at this, even though you’re pretty aware that you’re asked a question by the present occupant of the room, must be some relative, must be, “Are you going to answer my question or not?” How the hell am I to answer when I am practically blinded by the darkness, you tried to reason, gave up and cleared your throat, “Umm…I thought someone was in need of help?”

“Help…?” You could sense the irritation in his voice. “I heard someone groaning, I guess…” Not being able to withstand the temporary blinding effect you blurted out, “Will it hurt you to switch on the light, please?” “Why should I, this is my room, I make rules, I implement them, you came invading my privacy and expect me to show you civility?” What’s with him calling this ‘his room?’ And so you moved forward making something go tumbling across the floor, and the next thing you knew you’d collided with the guy, making him lose his balance and fall with a massive thud on the floor, your head against his chest, a very naked chest it was, as you tried getting up and touched something soft and squishy, he went all rigid, “Stop pushing at me like I am some toy of yours, fucking take your hands off my dick!” WHATTTTT!!! It was his penis that you’d touched, oh my what a novel way to introduce yourself to a stranger. You’re roughly pushed away, but you caught onto his arm and steadied yourself, “What am I? Your personal hanger?” Wouldn’t mind though, I’ve not even seen you…Your breaths mixed and matched with the close proximity you two were, although it wasn’t heavenly but it wasn’t stinking either, it was too sweet to your liking, think he lives on chocolates? His body odour was natural, his own personal scent, stop being a creepy pervert like Jean Baptiste Grenouille, but you couldn’t help yourself so you inhaled in the heady, sweaty smell that was making you go all tipsy. He smelt like he’d been working out, exactly how a man smells without those mind-numbing puke-ish perfumes. “What exactly are you doing now?” You could hear the snicker in his voice, oh lord caught red-handed. You let go of his arm and stood up, marched towards the door with the darkness still impeding your sense of direction, hit your head, “Oww!” “Ah, look at that will you, I didn’t say you could leave…” You were in pain but then again you’re explainable to him considering he was occupying the room, roommate or not, with your back to him, you cursed mentally, bit your lips, “I am sorry for that, I mean I did honestly have good reasons…” “Seriously? You know this is my room right?” “What?” You turned towards him, with this he had switched on the light making you blink hard at him and your surroundings. The walls were dark blue, the curtains black and the man was hot. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Now that he was looking at you, you finally noticed, exactly what you’d thought, his torso was bare, his nipples taut with the cold air blowing from the AC, woah, his room had an AC? “Wait? Are you Alex?” He looked at me like I was some stupid child, “Who else will I be, and you must be Y/N?” You nodded, your eyes moved down his lean yet muscular chest to his pelvis, the gods were cruel, in the middle of the scuffle he must have worn his pants, that little bit of hope from the dick-silhouette had been dashed, since he was now wearing pants. “My eyes”, he motioned with his fingers, “are up here.” He looked pissed off, his hair was shaggy and hid his eyes to a certain extent creating that mysterious yet delicious look, did I just say delicious? Ffffuu… He must have realized your lack of ability to speak because of his nudity, with the corner of his lips twisting into a smile.

To not further embarrass yourself and worsen the situation you cleared your throat and said, “I am sorry, I thought my roommate was a girl/woman hence the shock,” you motioned with your hands towards him and then hit your forehead with your palm. He sniggered and began laughing, “Really? Seems like I have an over-assumer for a roommate…” He dramatically wiped the corners of his eyes in a sympathetic gesture, talk about over drama, this guy. You already were having second thoughts where his beauty and uncivility were not quite turning out to your taste. “Okay, I admit it, it was my fault for assuming you to be a girl and also for barging in without your permission but…” The words died in your mouth the moment you’re itching to ask him what he was doing with his umm hockey stick out, playing poker, taking a shot? What? He must’ve realized it, cause literally every single emotion was written across your face. He began looking around, seemingly uncomfortable at your lack of tact. He slowly retrieved his shirt off the bed and took his time in buttoning from the bottom keeping the top three buttons open for the world to have a look at his chest. Ugh, this ferret, you felt like you’re meeting Draco Malfoy in a 21st Century American flat-sharing chapter. Although his hair was the colour of the starless-night sky, his condescending demeanour sure did sum up the analogy. All this time as he buttoned his shirt, he kept his eyes on you, it was some sort of challenge, who dropped their gaze first. As if I was gonna lose to some dick-dancer, eep, you bit your tongue in the process of naming him. You glared at him as he adorably raised his shoulders to feign ignorance, the nerve of this guy. Why am I even getting agitated just because I happened to meet a naked guy, a very handsome one at that, your mind quipped in. You weren’t even fifteen anymore and you’re pretty much immune to nudity considering how you’d miserably failed to draw a nude model in your art class, you’d taken some weeks back, but it wasn’t even your fault at the first place, the guy’s derriere was way too flat and you couldn’t help but tumble out of the class laughing your head off. You liked a man’s butt sculpted in a rotund fashion just like Michelangelo’s David.

It was way past midnight and you had an early morning lecture to attend, your least favourite course on Middle Ages which you wouldn’t dare miss since it was a compulsory paper. “Listen I really have to get back cause I can’t go to college looking like I had smoked pot till sunrise, so I apologise for intruding upon your privacy.” You said that in one breath and looked at him, he was smiling, “Apology accepted, so let’s go back…” he motioned towards the door and to his bed, “and yeah before I forget,” I was waiting, my back was facing him, “you really are one hell of a cook, g’night!” I waved my hand distractedly; he liked my food? HE LIKED MY FOOD! HE LOVED IT!!!! Wait, so before I could say anymore, he was already reaching for the door and walking towards me, I moved back and hit the door frame and skirted away loudly wishing him a goodnight and many a sweet dream. Like hell, I needed someone to wish those to me since I sure wasn’t getting any, tonight.

Your eyes opened the moment the alarm went off at 5.30 they burnt due to the late-night so-so altercation, since all you could do till 3 in the morning was mentally and physically prepare yourself for a life with a male roommate, it isn’t like we’ll be sharing a bed or something, your tried to reason out but failed miserably since 21st Century Draco was exactly your type, and they make you go weak. You made a mental note to get along with him so that your final year goes really smooth with less distractions and misfortunes.

 PS- I know this is really short, will come back with another part. next week. Have got academic commitments I’ve gotta stay true to, so yep there’s that. Adios readers!

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When Night Falls

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warnings- none

Parts- 1, 2, ...

Scenario- Ever thought how your roommate might not be all that he seems to be...

Cam boy x fem reader [simply insert/imagine yourself in the story and read on]

Tags- Fluff, friendship, cute romance [might be rated M in future scenes, might also involve graphic sexual representation and narration]

Part 1

It was your first day moving into your new apartment, and according to your best-friend you were supposed to be sharing the room with another person, preferably a girl, but then again your preference didn’t quite get a single response considering how cheap the room rent was and on top of that you could even share the apartment with some alien if at all it need be, not preferably a psycho, a serial-killer, or a guy...

It was raining pretty heavily when you got on the taxi, and as the rain came down in big, angry drops, all you could do was call your bestie to confirm whether it will be feasible for the landlady to show around. The caller tune was an old BTS song you both loved, after two rings, the same chipper tone came up to greet you amidst some heavy breathing from the other side. You switched from speaker to your ear, as you noticed the driver ‘hemming’ a good cough one or two, of course your best-friend was having a ‘rendezvous in the rain’ aka sex on this so-not-happening day for you.

“Ah…were you busy?” Probably the dumbest question you could come up with, of course she was. Just because you didn’t have anyone to even blow a ‘hey, baby girl, are you lost?’ to your ear didn’t mean she couldn’t. At twenty, soon to turn twenty-one, burdened with a scholarship, three-days community work, and overbearing, over-expecting parents to tolerate, had already taken its toll, when your first and probably last boyfriend at eighteen left you for better prospects. Well, that could have been for multiple reasons-one, he was obviously fed up with your no-touchy-feely romance for a year or two and two, the most dreadful one being, chased away by your father, because he thought the guy was going to be the thorn in your dream of bagging an Ivy-league offer for your research. Dude was so scared after being chased till the main-street that he simply blocked you everywhere on social media, pretty much helped you before you took pity on him to apologise, still you being you left an apology note explaining in your rambling narrative ‘that maybe this is what is best for us.’ Heck! Even you knew how dumb it sounded considering how, you weren’t even interested in him at the first place, it was only a frat party where you had mistakenly walked in on him and his ex, earning his ex’s ire, and his delusional belief of you being his knight in her shining dungaree. He soon turned out to be one of your best-friend’s boyfriend’s old-schoolmate, and since they hung out together you guys were bound to meet for a second time, it was the first semester of being a college fresher, you didn’t want any head-ache but since he didn’t seem to mind your literature background and philosophical rambles (in your memory, those were some serious acts he put up just so in order to kill his time and probably taste your food), you are an excellent cook and people love you for your food, most of the time, if not, although your bestie was a different case altogether, she loves you like sisters do, but also had a crazy lesbian dream about you feeding her mayonnaise naked, which you weren’t but she was, and thank goodness she never pursued her dream fantasy, cause honestly even though you acted all high and mighty with your ass up in the air, only caring about your grades and name, you were severely attracted towards guys, and that constantly repelled you when guys approached you. I mean you get it right? You simply buckle against the pressure so much, you resort to writing out your feelings in the form of y/n povs and smuts on Tumblr, reading smuts and lemons for nights together, getting red-eyes from watching guys jerk themselves off on porn sites, and changing panties every passing hour as you finish those 18+asmrs of guys moaning and whimpering. Nothing turns you on more than a submissive guy, begging and pleading, and then switching into a dom just so in order to please your ears, with their heavenly pants and grunts. This is that side of yours which you’ve kept hidden since your adolescent years, if not for these alternatives to being physically involved with someone to relieve your sexual frustration, you would have definitely checked into an asylum with a severe case of sexual disorder to have sex only with the aesthetics, where guys with veiny hands, lanky bodies and shaggy hairs, get off rubbing their dicks with thin yet visually sophisticated hand gestures, and have I told you, those rippling muscles on the stomach…okay stop.

Now back to your bestie (Rio) going on about how her boyfriend had bought steaming dumplings and how she missed you, cause apparently your bestie had no shame, bringing you into their show, and Aiden, her boyfriend, didn’t even mind it, he has known you since fifteen, and ever since then this duo had been strong enough to topple every barrier, bless them, although you love your bestie you do admire Aiden for always being by her side. So yeah, even Aiden wouldn’t mind you being their audience, but thanks no thanks, “Okay, so dumplings and that…huh?” You could hear both of them erupt in laughter as Aiden said, “What’s ‘that’, huh?” Followed by Rio, “Girl it’s sex! S-E-X!! When will you learn to say this huh?” I really didn’t know how to counter that, considering how it’s sex that’s on my mind when it darkens and even when I hear the birds chirping at 4. I don’t have time for it in the day-hours, but yes after a stomach-ful dinner and a good book, I finally become someone, my parents wouldn’t even dream in a million years. I am not ashamed of what I am, how I am, but since I am strictly a private person, I like keeping my guards even though I have to do that and keep up a façade in front of Rio. After how a former Ivy league student got isolated because of the revelation of some ‘unwarranted kink’ she had. You just wanted to get done with college and ensure a smooth and easy transition to the university.

“Oh, I will, I guess…” You drawled on keeping track of the heavy traffic and eating your brain out in the process of calculating who your roommate will be. As if reading your mind on cue, Rio quipped in, “Are you worried that it’s going to be a guy?” Dang! Call about mind-reading, “Honestly, I don’t care if it’s a girl with many limbs and even heads, but a guy…what if my parents ask me?” You could sense the irritation in her voice at the mention of my parents, “Why are you going to an apartment at the first place, again?” “To get away from them…” You drawled yet once again. “Yes! So, you tell them it’s a girl! It isn’t like they’re gonna track you down, look even if they do it, you can work it out, I believe.” You sighed, “Okay, what if he’s some serial killer?” “Oh lord! You these days are even worse than those Netflix documentaries, seriously even if he is one…okay let’s not jump on whatever train/idea just crosses you, okay?” ‘Yep, I’ll let you know what happens, as far as I remember the landlady said my roommate does not get back till 8 in the evening, so I guess I’ll have plenty of time to figure out, you know I am a lit student, don’t go my looks, I could do some…” even before you could finish, she cut you off, “No way in hell! You’re not going around snooping!” “I won’t, I’ll just stay put okay!” We couldn’t talk much longer as you were rudely cut off by a jerk that literally more or less flung you to the seat at the front, you looked up to see the driver giving the eye-brow lift stare that signalled you really should get off and walk down as the road cum alley was not meant for cars, you huffed a bit at this but then again he couldn’t do anything, taking your trolley out and the umbrella over head you marched ahead only to realize you were in knee-deep rainwater. Scratch that, it looked like some kind of dark murky substance that had stretched out from a nearby sewer, the gods had to be cursed on this ill-fated day of yours, nothing was going how you wanted. Oh honey! But maybe something will, soon. As if someone whispered darkly, sending a delightful chill down your spine.You were pretty sure, your latest assignment on Gothic lit was making you go bonkers, if not Dorian Gray then this rain is for sure!

Wading through the rainwater in skinny jeans and your brand-new converse seemed to be a bad choice, the first thing you’ll have to do when you set everything up in your room is hang those somewhere for drying and fish another pair of makeshift shoes/slippers for outdoors. Things couldn’t go worse than they already were when you were told that the landlady was out (where the heck was, she in this weather, anyway?) and that someone from the reception will let you in. You were welcomed by a cute-looking guy (stop being such a pervert, he must be still in school) who stopped going through whatever paperwork he was up to at the reception to crack a toothy-smile (oh your poor heart), “You must be Y/N, right? I am Mrs Walters’ nephew, Jack.” “Yep! Oh I see…” You shifted your weight from one foot to another, your bladder will burst if you didn’t ask, “Do you have something to say?” Bunny Jack was still smiling, as if on cue you blurted out, “Umm, does my roommate come back at 8, then?” “Oh yeah, Alex does, probably after the shift’s over,” scratching his head a bit he chuckled, “Seems like we all are college-students this time, I mean lots of them this time.” “We?” You looked confused, “Oh! I mean I am a college-goer as well, year 3 psychology-major, what about’cha?” When did he get so comfortable with you, for that ‘cha at the end? Oh well, what? He’s older than you, that means, oh lud! That means you are not a pervert, not a pedo, hmmph! “Oh yeah, he he…” Dumb y/n with your zero-interaction ability, let’s drop this before things get more awkward, you were still shivering when Jack let you in with the spare key.

“Okay, so here’s your key, don’t lose it or else we’ll be in trouble,” he winked. Holy shit! He winked, do you hear the heaven’s trumpet, no that’s probably Satan’s. “Yep! I’ll keep that in mind…”

After you had the apartment to yourself, you made sure to look around, a shared living space, a kitchen, a share bathroom (hope she won’t mind your late-night trips to the bathroom and all the flushing you do to clean the mess you make of yourself), right beside it was the room. You touched the cold metallic knob, it didn’t budge, of course it was locked, a girl should always lock it up, and with that you marched ahead. Suddenly the name rang in your years, Jack said Alex, hmm probably it’s Alexa or something, even girls like being called by masculine names, your un-biased gender-neutral-identifier philosophy reasoned. Slowly yet with a rapid pace you set your room up, the bed had a sheet one, but you had brought fresh sheets, so you put that on and went on to arranging your books and clothes in their destined places. It took you two hours until you realized the rain had stopped and the weather had cleared out a bit, but the daunting sky still with its angry rain clouds still persisted. 

There was a veranda with many aromatic potted plants, yep definitely a girl, the air felt fresh, the kitchen had a very minimalist look with only necessary items like eggs, bread and some bacon. You made a mental note of going out in the noon to buy some veggies and kitchen wares as you’d be cooking, you wouldn’t dream of living on takeaways. Never. Your strict parents have always taught you to be independent even when it came to feeding yourself, with this you remembered calling your mother. She asked you about your roommate so you told her that you’re yet to meet ‘her’. She sounded super busy with some relatives who had happened to drop un-informed. You dropped by the nearest convenience store to buy a knife, a spoon and a plate, and some essentials, it was difficult but the uphill route made it easier for the water to not clog in the area. By the time you got back it was already half past 6, so you took your time to take some bath, this was the first time that you actually looked around it. It was so clean, a toothbrush in a cup, soap, a tiny tub for bath, the commode looked super clean, you’re super proud of your roommate. Seems like we are going to sync together! Yippe. You tripped a little with your too much of an elation. After a warm bath, you scrubbed off whatever remnant might have stayed back from your misadventure in the rain with the newly purchased body-wash you’d got from the convenience store and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of what you’re going to prepare for dinner. You made it a point to cook some for your roomie too, will be a good idea to get on good terms. You donned your favourite t-shirt and some loose slacks, tying your hair in a ponytail you set to cooking some rice and veggies in soup.

It was already 8.45 by the time you’re done with the cooking, you waited till 9.30 but still there’s no sign of another person scuttling to get inside the apartment, nope it didn’t look like the roomie is going to be home anytime sooner. You packed the food in a Tupperware and kept it in the fridge, there was a note sticking out at the corner of the refrigerator, “Sorry roomie! Won’t be back before 11, evening shift! Will talk tom morrow.” Woah! You’d completely missed it, how sweet of her, but once again, did she work the graveyard shift or something? Isn’t it a bit unsafe to be working that late? You looked at the clock, 10.15. A yawn or a two, and you couldn’t stay up, no asmr for today, you really didn’t have the energy to listen. Not even the lit podcasts. Nope. You’d brought your moon-light ball, setting it on a stand, you switched it on to find the room being illuminated in lavender shadows, so calming. Switching off the living room light, but keeping the kitchen cabinet light on for your roomie, you hit the bed and went dead asleep.

You were dreaming of lavender fields and fireflies, when something, someone’s voice woke you up. At first, you couldn’t figure out what or who or where it was coming from, but as you switched on your bedside lamp and sat up you heard a groan. It was someone in pain. Call it dumb luck, you thought of your roomie being murdered in her sleep so you sprang to action. ‘Sprang’ wasn’t what you did, since at first the sleepy state made you trip and hit the table edge, you pursed your lips in pain. After putting your slippers on, you turned the knob, the living room was empty, the cabinet light had been switched off, the only light that you could see in your semi-dazed state was coming from underneath your roomie’s room, with quiet steps you went near the door and pressed your ear to it, there was some constant scuffling noise going on, which was followed by a moan? A groan? Whatever it was you had to save her, now was the time to make the best impression. And with that you turned the knob without even knocking, cause seriously who knocks when saving someone right? Right. The door easily gave away, it took you some time to adjust your eyes to the semi-dark, semi-lit up room, as you came face to face with a guy, fully naked, in the middle of some wavy dance, with his hard penis in his hand. And mind you it was fully erect. Now the cogs of your brain were turning, you stared at him as wide-eyed as you could as he did at you, to an outsider it would have looked like a funny spectacle. Before you could either say or do anything, he shut his laptop and the room was plunged into darkness.

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Part 2, coming soon…till then adios!

PS-I literally died writing this piece out although have still got the major chunk of the action part in the next sections to come, so readers stay tuned. Do you like Y/N? What’s your version of an attractive roomie?

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Once and For All by Sarah Dessen. A Book Review.

Once and For All by Sarah Dessen. A Book Review.

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Cat got your tongue?

Cat got your tongue?

If I told you, I hated you on our first meet, will you believe me? All full of yourself, headed like a mad bull in the ring, Your four-year old self reminded me of a stubborn boy, All about you and the world that revolved around you- Always ready to get under my skin, at the slightest itch! If I told you, I loved you in our blooming years, will you believe me? No, probably not, since all you’re…

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A Whisper Away

The night air has descended upon us, as we move ahead, Treading across boundaries and borders of the dead; The tombstones, our only constants Among a perennial world of variables. We wander aimlessly with purpose across the oceans and plains. I visit my favorite shrine every Monday- Praying to the lords to bless you someday. Weaving down the shadowy path among broken branches and pebbles I find…

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The Song of the Virgin

The Song of the Virgin

Eyes are closed, when you're nowhere to be seen, I find myself in the middle of my own waves of the sea. A little bit of touch a little bit of sigh, As my fingers dance along the dangerous edge- Waiting forever to dive into the passage of my age. As your hands tighten along the wheel I wish you would hold that way to me; And push and pull the brakes Throwing me over the edge of the cliff Into…

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An no Ririkku: Sakuragi An Haiku Hajimetemimashita(2021): J-Drama Review

Sakuragi An(Suzu Hirose) has always worn her protective glasses on to protect herself from seeing things she mustn’t see, in short she seems to divulge things unintentionally without having given it a second thought and consequently jeopardizing her relationship with others including the only friend she ever made in elementary school, only to catch the girl trying to cheat in exam. Ever since…

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This Time Next Year by Sophie Cousens (2020). Book Review.

This Time Next Year by Sophie Cousens (2020). Book Review.

Sophie Cousen’s debut novel is an absolute treat for all rom-com lovers rest assured! The novel begins with the present day timeline of New Year’s Eve 2019 where Minnie Cooper despite her repeated insistence of not attending any party on the god-forsaken time of the year is dragged out of her hole to attend the birthday bash of her to-be-nemesis-turned-lover, Quinn Hamilton. Minnie and Quinn had…

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SKY Castle. K-Drama Review.

SKY Castle. K-Drama Review.

SKY Castle(2018) opens forth a world of posh inclusivity of upper class societies that hide many secrets that are uglier than the sewer discharge hence highlighting upon the popular proverb “All that Glitters is not Gold” and that is indeed proved by this intensely high spectral drama that moves from the rungs of an adolescent psychology to that of the grown-ups. SKY Castle is an exclusive…

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The Void that comes with the martyrs of COVID

The Void that comes with the martyrs of COVID

It’s been some time since I had ranted out on how my feelings and emotions are consuming my psyche and myself at the same time. How this pandemic had wreaked havoc upon me without actually doing any harm in terms of losing my own health and being to it. Back when the pandemic began in 2020 in the beginning of March, I was in Delhi as I normally should be as part of my routine job as being a…

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COVID Pandemic, Medical Infrastructural Negligence, Government Incompetency: Chaos 2.0

COVID Pandemic, Medical Infrastructural Negligence, Government Incompetency: Chaos 2.0

Since the pandemic began in 2020 and till now the only difference that has happened till date in India, has been how idiocy and stupidity among the masses has reproduced and multiplied at a rate even Darwin couldn’t have predicted. On top of that being an Indian has changed the entire game even with the initiation of the vaccination drive, this virus has gone nowhere instead has rapidly mutated…

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Beyond Time and Space: Physical, Psychological and Spiritual Mobility in the Fiction of Haruki Murakami

Beyond Time and Space: Physical, Psychological and Spiritual Mobility in the Fiction of Haruki Murakami

The breakthrough trilogy-1Q84 The gender fluid capsule of mysticism-Sputnik Sweetheart The one where cats talk and things are not usually how they seem to the eye-Kafka on the Shore “The taxi’s radio was tuned to a classical FM broadcast, Janacek’s Sinfonietta- probably not the ideal music to hear in a taxi caught in traffic.…Aomame settled into the broad back seat, closed her eyes, and…

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Humming to songs of the past helps you connect so deeply and enrichingly with the old you that it gradually turns the nostalgia into euphoria! It was 2014 and I was in 11th grade...now it's 2020 and I still haven't quite gotten over it. It smells wonderful, my past you know. Now that I look back I realize it's full of great memories and I'm all grateful to me, my old self, for letting me come this far, for believing in me and for not letting outsiders get into our precious space. 💜🌸 #1989era #1989 #taylorswift #welcometonewyork🗽 #welcometonewyork https://www.instagram.com/p/CDyMIEJD9eg/?igshid=1dhf738nlvozx