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“..........Hey !! I couldn’t see anyone, are you sure that we are not alone ?” asked my impatient friend who was frustrated while driving through the uneven and damaged road of the rainforest. The vehicular movement seemed to have ceased on that particular day, as the upcoming state election campaign had drawn the large public and the nearby villagers to it’s ceremonial site. The old dying trees and shrubs of the rainforest seemed to have regained it’s life, as the green leaves sprouted from their weakening bodies. The musical notes from the forest were at rest and there was a subtle peace in the air, perhaps everyone was in their afternoon nap. “ Is this a road ?, what kind of vehicle would survive after all of these craps..!!!, We did a huge mistake, shouldn't have come so far......” I was simply nodding , as my friend kept expressing his unhappiness over the situation. “I think the government should change after every 3 years, because it’s these elections that force the governin...
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  THE BEAUTY ON CANVAS A brief glimpses of Indian art    I was walking down the streets of "Navi Mumbai" one scorching afternoon before I could catch my next train to GOA in the evening. For the first time in life, I was travelling to the southern part of India and was very excited. There would be no doubt about feeling the same if we look at the geography from where we come and especially if you are from "North-Eastern" part of the India, it adds a little more flavour to the excitement that you are already bearing to. The unforgiving heat in the hustle bustle of metro life seemed to have faded away, as one chase for the livelihood, where no one seemed to stop but rather travelling with an aim to reach the destination. One would see the touch of colonial era still prevails in the surrounding, though much have changed, the roads, lanes, architecture of buildings with huge colonial columns and arches still preserves the memories of India during the "British rule...

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TIME MACHINE

It was the end of December at Tawang, Arunachal Pradesh. An early morning woke up at freezing temperature of 1 degree was something we weren’t used to. It felt as if the year long sleeping for over 20 years of my life on plain had been under examination for the first time. Struggle was real to be honest, for my poor body to get along. The lazy butts of cities were in the battle with icy water   from the basin and there was a long queue amongst us for the hot water from   geyser in the hotel room. It felt as if the time had ceased, for it was taking too long for the water to boil, I wonder whether that was a hallucination out of coldness or just an another daily excuse of lazy city creatures, that I often encounters on my travel to cold places. It was indeed, a very long waiting. As the sun arose, the clock struck 10 past 5 and somewhere in the remote village, a mother and her young daughter were struggling with their daily chores. With those numb hands and the redden cheeks in...

Seasons of Bloom