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Repulsion

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Aditi Deodhar had once been the kind of girl who filled a home with laughter. Growing up in Nashik, she had loving, attentive parents who believed she was capable of anything, and an elder brother, Aseem, who treated her like a fragile treasure he had sworn to protect. Their evenings were full of small joys... her mother’s experiments in the kitchen, her father’s habit of humming old Kishore Kumar songs, and Aseem’s dramatic commentary of imagined cricket matches that made everyone laugh. Aditi had been cheerful, bright, and full of life. She had been happy kid. Until one day, when something happened that changed her forever. She never spoke about it, never allowed the memory to surface, never let anyone know how deeply it had carved itself into her mind. She simply folded the pain into silence and carried it with her into adulthood. Others thought she had suddenly matured and praised her for that… but she knew what had changed. Now, at twenty‑seven, living alone in a one‑bedroom f...

The noise

They pretend they know my face,  Now I see the tricks wrapped in their embrace.  Echoes rise from the wolves in disguise,  Now, I wonder how I wandered into borrowed lies. This land feels strange beneath my feet,  We chose false stars, and our hearts we cheat.  Phantoms of beasts tangle my thought,  They silence my lips, but my sorrow is caught. Wisdom’s hidden, lost in the air,  Missing from slogans or their cold stare.  I tried to leave some light behind,  Still carving hope in the land of the blind.

Decoding Dum Maaro Dum

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Song link https://youtu.be/_YzYm_jyQ6E?si=EKxaAA4XanMOxFCT&t=4 These days (2026) we hear a lot of noise about kids identified as GenZ… typically those between the ages 14 to 29. These kids are judgmentally “labelled” as a self-obsessed generation and having a nihilistic philosophy of life. Incidentally, this was also said by the “Boomer” generation about kids in the 70’s. So we have circled back to the 70’s. 😊 The youth of the 1970s may have been born in an independent country, but they were disappointed and unhappy. Unemployment, prices rise, absence of avenues to a better life had taken too much toll on the youth. Ditto 2026? And this gave rise to words like Bhankas (भंकस), Bekaar ( बेकार) , and so on. (Those in their fifties and sixties can identify with this  😊 ). The West sang its rebellion through the heavy metal music of Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and the bloom of Flower Power. Towards the end of 70's Pink Floyd's "We Don't Need No Education...

Learning To Stay - A Love Story

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Ayan Mitra had always believed that music lived inside everything, the hum of ceiling fans in his childhood home in Kolkata, the rhythm of rain on tram windows, even the uneven clatter of utensils in his mother’s kitchen. He heard melodies in footsteps, harmonies in conversations, and entire compositions in silence. Music wasn’t just his passion; it was the way he breathed, the way he made sense of chaos, the way he stayed alive. Even as a child, he would tap rhythms on school desks, hum tunes while cycling through narrow lanes, and imagine orchestras playing behind everyday life. Reva Bharadwaj’s family hailed from Himachal Pradesh and now settled in Delhi. She was in love with Delhi’s colors, textures, and movements. She saw beauty in the curve of a staircase, the way sunlight fell across a wooden table, the symmetry of shadows on a wall. Young, sharp, admired for her instinctive ability to transform spaces into living stories, by her late twenties she had already become one of the...