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The world makes its own music. And when we try to be in harmony with others, we forget the tune we started out humming.
Ganga, borne aloft, wound her way towards her white marble temple where a million iridescent triangles danced wildly.
Against the rural landscape, where time takes on another pace, numbers like age have a way of being forgotten.
A film that was daring enough to traverse conventional boundaries and present to its viewers a slice of life of a maladjusted lover.
Ten minutes later we were out cold, long before we realised that the rushing lullaby outside our windows was the river flowing just feet away.
An attempt to piece together the story of water availability in rural Rajasthan and what farmers are doing to adapt to their changing environment.
Helena and Bertram proclaimed their love for one another under a sky filled with fireflies, over a lake filled with dreams.
Neil Gaiman’s Death: The High Cost of Living makes you realise how Death is kind, compassionate, loyal, and brave.
It’s always easy to start off a tale of apocalypse, but sustaining the pace, the twists, and the appeal of the tale is not easy.
A book with a plot that cleverly weaves in emotions as the narration digresses from the usual fare of bloodthirsty violence.
How do you make friends when you’re living alone in a strange, big city?
