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Snow Expected
I was looking up details on the snow we are expecting tomorrow and came across these wonderful pictures of snow in Amsterdam. They are absolutely stunning. I had posted some pictures of the snow we had last winter. This year the viral infection has left me weak and I hope I am able to take…
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Bed Haiku
That time of night Unmake the perfect bed Only one side
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My Mind Meanders
Petulant blooms in magnificent rooms Come hither, I have a story to tell Pastel pink petals on marble topped tables Wondering what truths to dispel
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Delhi is a Ghazal
On reading Mumbai’s Ghazal by Raef Kazi I dream of Delhi sitting in Amsterdam tonight Glamor in the lawns, silk whispers to pashmina tonight All that dust, never dulls the white gaadis and kurtas This is Delhi we are talking about tonight Tall red brick walls surrounding gated marvels Ghazals soirees and an open grill…
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Roma, the Netflix movie
If you haven’t already I insist you must watch the Netflix film Roma; written and directed by Alfonso Cuarón. It is an extraordinary story about human relationships. It moved me so immensely with its sensitive portrayal of heart entanglements. The photography / cinematography is breathtakingly beautiful. There were several scenes that I paused to just…
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Bruegel and my Son
My son age 11 took a picture of the school playground covered in snow To send to his classmate who has recently moved to South Korea He said there was no him, no longer in that playground The image reminded me of Bruegel’s winter scenes So I told him about how Bruegel made everyday drudgery…
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Building Inclusive Safe Spaces: my brown dream
Two institutions have come under the radar recently for allowing their platform to spout bigotry; both apologized, and in their inner circles professed that the core consensus was to give everyone a forum to vent out their inner feelings. However offensive they might have been they had the “right” to express. Here is my (to…
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Arcade Games
There is a packet of cigarettes on your desk. It is a foreign brand; not the type I occasionally buy. It looks pristine; unlike the wrinkled characteristic everything I own acquires. My dilapidated house is the last in a row. I see the commercial plans and drawings on the easels. Everything has fine straight lines.…
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Being Unwell is Debilitating
I am very unwell; I thought I would post a poem, but unfortunately I don’t seem to have the energy for that. My apologies. Edited to add: Why not then read this poem called “One Geography of Belonging” by Kayleb Rae Candrilli.
