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The Flâneur in Me

The long walks that I so often take or have taken in the past, in the cities I have lived or am living, has a word for them. The word is flânerie and the one who keeps himself interested in … Continue reading

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My Doping Agent

Sometimes, in fact, many times, I get afflicted by this block. I am unable to write. Not that I have any dearth of ideas, or the world is bereft of issues, just that at times, I am unable to explore … Continue reading

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Who wouldn’t want me?

I am happy that I did not leave anyone with loneliness. As long as I was with them, I did not allow them to be lonely and as soon as time and life made me part from them, I realise … Continue reading

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On writing prose…

Scribbling a few lines here and there doesn’t make one a writer. But I have written quite a many essays, in school days, of my own. Thereafter, I used to write regularly in my earlier blogs on range of subjects. … Continue reading

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