Author Archives: Aditi

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle #8*

a few weeks ago you were in the forest wandering among the silk cotton trees, their flaming red flowers littered on the path mirroring the passion in you; the various birds flitting on their branches calling softly to you, while … Continue reading

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Used goods

the peel of a banana, the wrapper of a chocolate, a much anticipated love letter, the package a gift came in, I found these in the trash today; these once contained things that people held to their lips gently, tasting … Continue reading

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A walk through tea gardens

The mist hangs down this Saturday morning as I step onto the wet, slushy path we walked on the moonless night before its ups and downs becoming clear to me now. You will leave soon, and I am inhaling the … Continue reading

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A couple of days ago you invited me to join you in Timbuktu, a bar we had visited before, several times; As we entered, the place was a little crowded and Imagine Dragons sang Not Today in the background. The … Continue reading

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Empty Cafe at the End of the Corridor

This evening you sit at a table way up front unlike previous days, when your regular table is the one at the back, next to the railing, from where the soft breeze and violent rains sweep in at you, in … Continue reading

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A Travelers Guide to Adventure

For the safest, most memorable, most adventurous travel experience you must Have an insurance policy, preferably one which will take care of health, accidents, loss of luggage, heart, mind and happiness on those days when the adventure seems unbearable and … Continue reading

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A room without a view

there is an elephant in one of the rooms inside my head. it’s big, with old, gentle eyes and ears that flap like flags in the wind; and clean, sharp tusks that belie its calm demeanour. the mahout displays him … Continue reading

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