#shorts Reflections from Village Visit at Hasuri Ausanpur, Siddharthnagar Their eyes are perpetually on the verge of tears. The lines on the face hardened by toil, burdens unknown, sun, dust and time. Whenever now the tears flow, which is quite often, they make their way through these lines. As if a seasoned river flows through its valley, meandering at life events and gushing at waterfalls where the skin folds and droops. They don’t tell you stories, they tell you life. Real

#shorts So many stories, so many promises, new and old. These ubiquitous benches seem to induce the deepest of conversations out of thin air. Young lovers talk of interests and how many things are a commonality between them. Old friends talk of bygone eras and how they remember the bond. A son remembers his lost parents, a parent remembers their martyred son. The conversations maybe surface or they maybe deep as the night. They may not even be between two people, lessons fr

#shorts The dark to the light and light to the dark. Always present, always adjacent, seldom spotted. The mysteries revolving within every soul, and the plaster they put on for the society. The dichotomy of seen and unseen, that is what makes the whole. And nature, always treating both the same. A lay eye, would miss the dark often, thinking that light is the only truth. But that's thinking like a caveman who's only seen fire and never gone outside the cave to see sunlight. H

#shorts Indian railways, a mammoth that carries multitude of aspirations and emotions and a momentary motley of bodies sharing bogies for a moment in time. The sleeps, dreams, cries and laughter mixed in a cacophony but at the same time creating a dry hum of white noise that resonates with innate human nature and nature around it. One sees peace, love, tension, respite, hunger and poverty all in one place. Gandhiji travelled India for a whole year after returning from abroad,

#Shorts Waltair. (Visakhapatnam, Vizagapatnam, Visakha) Named after Visakha, the Lord of Valour, Vizag is known as the Jewel of the East Coast. The city is not just another coastal city but a metropolis that is ever evolving and every cosmopolitan. The beauty of the city lies in its identity. It's identity lies in its people. And it's people are not just Andhraites, but a motley of identities from around the country. For most of its people, Vizag was and is a love at first si

#Shorts Sun, Star, Daylight, Warmth, Source, Power and God - the may ways we refer to Sol. A piece of energy we were endowed with from the vast unknown of the universe. The fusion process inside, radiating packets of life giving energy and propelling it towards us with abandon. The power of any energy is palpable in its beginning and its end - the sunrise and the sunset. We often miss both, the sunrise and the sunset. The sunrise since we were busy burning the midnight oil, s

#Shorts Art - Anne Magill Often in throes of pain I reflect back on the pain that went by and the one that is. There's a choice between the pain you want and one you don’t. But what about the pain you deserve - no one can take that away from you. Seldom we realize this pain, we're too busy licking some imaginary wound, one that makes us feel alive in pain. Out of these instance of pain, that you deserve, comes emotions of true love. Sometimes an estranged lover, sometimes a c