In the Vast of Night

On the northeastern borders of Vidyapith, close by the dairy complex where the iron gates opened into the Gurupalli section, there was a long two-storeyed building nestled between the campus groves. Like all Vidyapith buildings, it too had a name – they called it Sarada Sadan. It used to house the higher secondary students of class 11 and 12, and back in the autumn of 2008, I was one of the boys who lived there.

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Gobblefunk

“But the human tongue is a beast that few can master. It strains constantly to break out of its cage, and if it is not tamed, it will run wild and cause you grief.”
— Robert Greene

The world is growing simple by the day. Simple, not as opposed to complex, but as opposed to sophisticated. It is very difficult nowadays to have a discussion where you can forward a nuanced, complicated argument, and not have it immediately reduced to gross, low-resolution generalizations by the opposition.

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Six o’clock

The streets lie still, quiet rows of light twinkling in the dark. A balcony on the second floor, filled with pink glow. Lines of green, yellow and red, hanging from the facades of dark houses, windows dim and deserted. At the turn of the lane a tea stall waits. On the lids of the glass jars, five candles stand at different heights, their glow reflecting on the dark glass, almost photographic.

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