Category Archives: Foodie Aside.

A meditation on transience

It’s spring and flowers are blooming everywhere. While I have always enjoyed being in the midst of nature, I had never been a keen observer of nature itself, appreciating rather the mood set by trees, shrubs and the sounds of … Continue reading

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Archives

When I moved countries I packed up books, notebooks and research papers from grad school still marked with the dreams of youth, stacked end to end in box after box and shipped, all the way from there to here, because … Continue reading

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Abhimaan/Obhimaan

Abhimaan (pronounced Obhimaan in Bangla): The original meaning was pride, but the current usage — anger, or something close to it, at being upset with a loved one. This one word is one whole chapter in any relationship, be it … Continue reading

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Autumn

one day you find yourself in the middle of The Forest; how you slipped in here when the entrance was open you don’t remember; but that’s what limbo does to you. the networks of leaves carry the vestiges of your … Continue reading

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Forest Fires

there are days when you wish you could become empty. you wish you could be drained off everything that everyone hears when they speak to you – the copious stories they call thought coiled into each other born from your … Continue reading

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Wishes

for all who lay around me withered, and lost to those who once knew who they were, and now barely remember for all the moments captured in the roots of trees hidden, and growing away below thick trunks, that have … Continue reading

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Ashes to ashes

One of these days I will crumble – like the end of a cigarette  on fire, in the middle of your lips  does – when you inhale, glowing brightly  one last time before I distingerate at your feet – a … Continue reading

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