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The Architecture of Absence
It begins, as these things often do, with a choice that feels like betrayal. To spend your days unraveling the forgotten voices, the silenced poets, the marginalized verses that history either ignored or erased. To dedicate your scholarship to the overlooked. But what happens when, in searching for their space, you find there is none…
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The Classroom as a Battleground for Meaning and Difference
Education, at its best, is an act of rebellion. It dares to disrupt the comfort of certainty, to dismantle the walls we build around ourselves, and to replace them with windows. Yet, in a world that fears change, education often finds itself tamed—reduced to sterile instruction manuals, neatly packaged outcomes, and metrics that measure everything…
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My Ghazals are Broken: Wabi Sabi
On completing two years with this PhD! Faith bobs in disco lights, delicious Turkish drivers in Uber rides Veiled morning on the Rajpath bride, but what of fat-bikers’ prides By Amstel’s banks I park my shamiana outside,Days spent garam masala-ing PowerPoint slides Arre Wah! See Rembrandt’s light draping Shergill’s sideWhat of the partition, and the…
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Rediscovering Forgotten Tales: A Glimpse into Abandoned Villages
I’ve always been drawn to the stories lingering in the forgotten corners of our world. Today, I stumbled upon a digital treasure trove that left me captivated and contemplative: Stefan Irvine Photography’s collection of “Abandoned Villages.” I found myself entranced by each photograph in this collection. Through Irvine’s lens, these abandoned villages come to life…
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The Keeper of Doings
I have been delving into the Gita, partly for solace, partly for nostalgia, and partly for direction. I am finding great comfort in these rather well-known (comparatively speaking) lines from the text: karmany-evadhikaras te ma phaleshu kadachanama karma-phala-hetur bhur ma te sango ’stvakarmani BG 2.47: You have a right to perform your prescribed duties, but you…
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Aachen, Radhadesh, Dusseldorf for the 44th
For my 44th my only wish was to pray. To thank God for the blessings. To let go and trust the cosmos. It was a sweet little road trip. It’s almost May, and I still carry with me: the smell of incense, the sound of bells, and a sense of calm.
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An Ode to the Stylish Cafes of Copenhagen
The aroma of coffee fills the air,As I sit in this cozy little square. A cafe is more than just a place to sit,It’s a haven for the creative, the dreamers, the misfits. Wherever life takes us, wherever we roam,A cafe will always feel like an adopted home.
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10 Postcards from Copenhagen
The keyring at the 7 Eleven informs me that hygge is about taking time away from the daily rush to be together with people you care about – or even by yourself – to relax and enjoy life’s quieter pleasures. It costs 50 kroner.
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Belmonte Arboretum in Spring Sunshine
A visit to the Belmonte Arboretum in Wageningen yielded joy and sunshine. In full bloom were rhododendrons, cherry blossoms, magnolias, camellias, and narcissus. There were plenty varieties of rose bushes though not yet flowering, their promise holding much hope. It’s lovely how the entire year has offerings of petalled wonders. Adding to the day were…
