Flow of the river of thoughts and everything that the current picks up.

अमृता प्रीतम और दून

There is a line at the end of the title song of Oye Lucky Lucky Oye.

Whie I had thought that this would be a regular endeavour, I have realised that thinking and then writing is not as easy as I thought it to be.

In my early years, I lived in Jaipur.

An Algos without an Analgesic

Notes on 3rd March 2023

After I secured admission in a college for my undergrad, I was standing in a queue to pay my fees.

A few months ago, a friend was demonstrating the new speakers he had gotten.

I recently read Hugh Thomson’s account of his journey to the Nanda Devi Sanctuary though he doesn’t (and was not supposed to) climb the summit.

A chance encounter