A Thousand Mornings

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  • Back to school

    When I first landed there, the kids were practicing for a dance competition. Nepali melodies were blasting off the lone speaker as the teachers corrected the steps and got the formation right. Seated on a small stool, a step above the veranda, I marvelled at the conceptualisation as the tune imprinted itself into my memory.…

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  • Pinkish hues

    They were everywhere, hundreds of them, swarming in the waters nearby. Most of them had their necks down, busy hunting for food. But ever so soon, one would flap open the wings and soar the skies. Oh! what a sight it was to see the full wingspan, the black contrasting against the layers of white…

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  • The Great Indian Railways

    The Great Indian Railways

    I was half leaning against the sideboard, tying my hair,  eyes still groggy with sleep, when what do I see – a peacock strutting on the dusty road adjoining the rail tracks. The sun was still rising at this point as I gaped at these birds from the coveted side lower berth during my journey…

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  • Soul Street

    Soul Street

    I was walking past the Jehangir Art gallery when a man called out to me. “Would you like a portrait?” The man was wearing a faded yellow coat. In his right hand he had a discoloured diary and some loose canvas sheets. Just registering the words, I stopped midway and gave the man a once-over.…

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  • The Illustrated Man

      A man, inked all over, running from one place to the other to escape the horror of the stories on his body. That’s the Illustrated Man. One day, he saw a sign and decided to get a tattoo. The next day he looked like a man who had fallen into a ‘twenty-colour print press’…

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