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Manga has knocked me out. Cars, graphics, teenage philosophy, drifting - whats not to love.

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Manga has knocked me out. Cars, graphics, teenage philosophy, drifting - whats not to love.


My state of mind in two pictures. Feeling imprisoned in a cage of my own making. Enough light reaches in as to mark out my desperation. its not a cry for help, but the reality of this starkness is not lost on me. Light, space, air and beauty. To let the joy of this creation fill my bones and flesh up with the knowledge that this too shall pass. I hope to be humble enough to acknowledge my privileg...

Some evenings refuse to end when the sun goes down.They linger.In the silence after everyone has gone to bed. In an old photograph discovered by accident. In a familiar fragrance floating through an unfamiliar street. They arrive carrying memories we never invited — and perhaps never truly let go.That quiet emotional space is where Neelam Saxena Chandra’s Seeli Shaamein begins.The title itself is ...
There was a moment, somewhere around midnight, when I looked up from the page and instinctively glanced toward the dark corner of my room. Nothing was there. Of course nothing was there. Yet Saga of The Djinn’s Daughter — Book 1: The Night of Fire had quietly altered the atmosphere around me in the way only certain stories can. The ceiling fan continued its familiar hum. A distant vehicle passed o...

There’s a certain kind of story that doesn’t begin when you open the book… it begins when you return to a world you thought you had already understood.That was my experience walking back into The Secret Keeper of Jaipur by Alka Joshi.Because this isn’t just a continuation. It’s a shift.The first time we met Lakshmi, the narrative was soaked in texture — colors, rituals, quiet survival. Here, the a...
some days are just that good. you get to experience art and intimacy. you are absorbed into detail and feel the texture of lives. once familiar faces that have a few more wrinkles, wisdom and more laughs. For one to be so fortunate. Art by the exceptional Ruta Barhate.

Years ago i attended a college cultural fest where an artist and a dancer collaborated on creating art works to the tune of a music piece. I leave it to your imagination on how it transpires.Well, a thunderstorm does much the same thing really.

I opened A Rose on the Last Page on a night that felt ordinary. No grand intention. No search for meaning. Just a gap between two heavier reads. I told myself it would be a few poems before sleep. Something light. Something quick.But sometimes the book you choose absentmindedly is the one that sits beside you longer than expected.A Rose on the Last Page by Bharti Jain is not a dramatic collection....