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I thought I had forgotten how you smelled, until Jaun Eliya shook me to the core and said,
"aaj bahut din baad main apne kamre tak aa nikla tha,
Joo'n hi darvaza khola hai, us ki khooshbhu aayi hai"
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05.06.24
And the last exam of the last semester is over😳
too many mixed up feelings right now, a sense of an ending (and also a beginning)... and I guess I'll let that feeling sink for now🍵
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नमस्ते और स्वागत है आपका मेरे ब्लॉग मेह
मेरा नाम Sumedha Chatterjee है 💟
I am a geographer who specialises on the domain of Oceanography and Climatology
I am currently pursuing my masters in science degree from the university of Jamia Millia Islamia. I did my graduation from the Indraprastha College for Women under the esteemed university of Delhi.
I like creating stories and poetries of my vivid imagination that I try to explain as evenly as I can.
I love Murakami, Franz Kafka, and Robert Greenee a lot. My favourite books are The Ballad of the Songbirds and the Snake, 1Q84, Kafka on the Shore, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? And so many more.
I love the entire franchise of Dune by Frank Herbert and believes that The Butlerian Jihad by Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson is one of those books that everyone in the 21st century should read. I envy both the saga of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings.
I’m not picky when it comes to music but I’m still protective about my genres (Yk what I mean) also follow me on Spotify. Link is on the description.
Here’s an example though hehe
আমি বাঙালি তার জন্য, I have delved into the literary history of the great Kobi Rabindranath Tagore and laureates such as Sarat Chandan Chatterjee, Bankim Chandra Chatterjee, Narayan Ganguly, Tarashankar Banerjee, Satyajit Ray, Sukumar Roy and so many that the list will never end.
I hold a diploma degree in kathak and Odiya classical dance as well as 1st class certification of Rabindranath sangeet.
I envy survival tactics as I have been on several camping expedition since I was 7 years old. I have 10 years of experience as a camper into the wilderness and 2 years of experience as a co-guide with diverse knowledge of rare flora and fauna. I know how to make a shelter out of a polythene, some ropes and tree branches and can lit fire with the basic tinder and kindles available on the wild.
My other Tumblr account for shitposting is @midmaysunray
I aspire to be a researcher in my domain someday but also want to see a novel/poetry book of my own on the public shelves envied by many others.
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PhDing my way into 2024.
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सोचूँ तो सारी उम्र मोहब्बत में कट गई
देखूँ तो एक शख़्स भी मेरा नहीं हुआ
- जॉन एलिया
Forrest gump x Jaun Elia
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Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.
text: Agatha Christie, from And Then There Were None 1939 // illustrations: Katherine Lam, "Senior Thesis: And Then There Were None"
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who is she?
when the rays of the sun caress my skin, she resides in the warmth, nurturing me. her beautiful face glimmers in the morning dew that clings to the blossoms and leaves. she reverberates in my mother’s throat as she speaks, and in the heavy footsteps of my niece, she dances freely. the ghunghroo on my ankles make melodies in her praise; people think I’m dancing, but it is she who communes with me.
i run far and wide in my mind, trying to decipher who she is. some call her the goddess, the Devi, the all-encompassing, all-knowing presence who holds us in her womb lovingly. but I have discovered that she is no one but me—a glimpse of myself residing in every entity. each time I open my eyes, seeking her truth, I find my own reflection gazing back at me, love and reverence trickling from it.
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they should invent a smoking that comes without the lung cancer or the any other 28373738 health issues it causes
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The urge to start a dead poets society in Delhi>>>>
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09.03.24
I love bakeries.
My college library's hamartia is it closes at 5pm. Bruh, I only get in the zone by then😭😭
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ah yeahhh the brown colour has started browning again
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