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An Open Letter

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Dear Mumbai, People often scoff at me when I tell them I don’t like you. Who doesn’t like Mumbai? You have an ascending skyline, efficient public transport, delicious street food and most importantly, the Sea. What’s there to not like? You may be enshrined with the title of ‘City of Dreams’ but I don’t see any stars in your sky. I see smog and increasing pollution levels. You boast of efficient public transport but I don’t see how traveling in an overcrowded train with creaking seats would be a convenient ride. I read news of bridges collapsing or buildings that should have undergone redevelopment years back. I watch fire escalating on most high rises every month and I find myself stuck in traffic for hours. I witness this city being brought down to its knees, every damn monsoon. Being a filmy kid, I sit by the sea during sunset for introspection but I run into plastic bags and garbage. I see a city whose infrastructure crumbles and population only expands. I see a struggle so
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Fluid Art Attempts

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Location: India
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Warm Lights- In frame series

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Adjust your focus.
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Spinning Tales from Emptiness

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Image by: Radhika Udas The heart pounds louder when your insides feel empty. You could take a magnifying glass to assess the hollowed out shell of a being you are now, but I suggest you’d rather not.  Sure, we all see an envelope of nothingness digging a pit in your soul, but should you really dread it? Emptiness has earned itself the title of the worst kind of death because of the absence of feeling. It is said that there is no sound or gentle wind but absolute darkness in emptiness.  I disagree. You can hear your heart beating, isn’t it? Every time you shut the drapes, hear them drop with a fret.  Notice the dust that has accumulated on a pile of books you never read. The clock is ticking regularly and the door of your cupboard still creaks.  But most of all listen to the fluttering of those pages nestled at the corner of your side table, asking you to write again. I am not here to convince you that there is a sound to emptiness; I am only here to remind you t
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Obituary: Love for Shah Rukh Khan

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Image source: Google Movie: Kal ho Na Ho Today, we mourn the passing away of a beloved emotion,  Love for Shah Rukh Khan , who has been with us for so many years. It’s been 25 years since this emotion developed in our hearts and gave us nothing but solace, affection and the joy of dreaming. It had accomplished the dream of " Chaand Taare Tod Lau, Saari Duniya par main chauu."  Image Source: Google This emotion will be remembered for so many valuable lessons it gave us such as; Bade bade deshon mein aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hai Pyaar dosti hai Aaj ek sapna aur dekh lo..aaj kya pata kal ho na ho Haar ke jeetne wale ko Baazigar kehte hai This emotion came into the world by displaying the beautiful concepts of love, life, and humility; it eventually went on dictating the concepts of heartbreak, pain, and infidelity. (hint: Happy New Year) This emotion lived by the simple philosophy that if we really want something, the universe will co
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Leap of faith- In Frame Series

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Image by: Radhika Udas Image location: Powai Lake Fight or Flight? It's all a matter of faith, really. There is strength in staying put and fighting but wisdom is in knowing when to choose flight.  Sometimes, you need to rise above the ceremony of clipping wings.
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Basked in Nostalgia

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Image location: Church Street Social The autumn breeze strokes my hair As I switch lanes absentmindedly Greeted by a lone streetlight’s blare I push brakes on my car midway The radio buzzes furiously Gasping for connection The musk of bricked walls Makes my heart heavier The door of my old house creaks Dust clad and filthy Been a while since I visited Nothing had changed, just me A distinctly different person now Yet my soul was chirping Recognizing the old rhythm Wanting to match steps to the beat The trees swayed ceremoniously As though my arrival was inevitable A changed person I may be A part of me will always live here I take a deep breath to hold it forever in Just a few seconds here and I am Basked in the nostalgia of Newspapers and undiluted conversations.
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