The Stranger within Me
Unwanted, unseen, like a dry fig leaf, I float through the air over glistening stones. Sometimes, I scorch in the burning hot sands, Sometimes, night fills me with chill to the bones.
Month: November 2015
The Friday Quiz – #8
This (picture below) is the first recorded use of a phrase that has become very popular in internet parlance of late. The phrase, of course, has been blanked out. What is the phrase we are talking about? Answer:
Lagtaa hai kuchh chhuuT gayaa
Kitne saaloN jiitaa aayaa Ik jaam thaa jo piitaa aayaa YaadoN ki thaalii mere hisse Kuchh meeTHHaa kuchh tiitaa aayaa Un biite hue se lamhoN ko Koi luTeraa luuT gayaa Lagtaa hai kuchh chhuuT gayaa
The Storyteller
Once upon a time, stories used to begin with the words “Once Upon A Time”. There lived a storyteller then who lived under the banyan tree that grew on the village square. His stories could hold the audience together for hours and move them from tears to laughter in the blink of an eye. Times… Read More The Storyteller
A LAYMAN PERSPECTIVE 