Author Archives: kroswami

Where we dance, not because no one is watching but because they have all been blinded

Surrounded by the blind. Dancing in the centre of this gigantic hall. With blind people standing all over the place. They may not be able to see us but they can sense the energy, that invisible energy that is thrown … Continue reading

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Where the words crawl back unwillingly, questioningly. Unsure.

They do you know. Look at you questioningly. The words. They want to know if you are going to be nice to them or if you are going to mangle them and make them ugly. Make them incomprehensible, unwanted. Having … Continue reading

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Where the walls are climbed over, jumped over, skipped over

Life can feel a bit like a treadmill at times. Which is not the worst thing in the world but it could be better. In fact, this writing could be better. It is terrible to hate your own writing, its … Continue reading

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Where you forget, because that is what we do, but you also remember

You have forgotten haven’t you? You have forgotten what it feels like to run. Just run. Not fast, not slow, but just run. To feel your own feet, yes our own feet, pushing you and carrying you and stamping down … Continue reading

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Where we begin once again, realising that busy streets and painted eyebrows are another home

There is something magical about it. No question about it. Getting down from the scooter, pulling the keys out and then walking it. Suddenly. You can walk down one-ways, you can walk on the wrong side of the road, you … Continue reading

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Where we discover that this blog is dying

It is. And there is very little I can do about it. What do you mean? Don’t you write here? Yes, but yaar feel is not coming. The feels yaar. There is no the feeeeeeels. And just like that, it may be back. … Continue reading

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Where we continue to see and stare stupidly, so confident in our ability to outlast and outwait and outlive

You think life is all about waiting? Just waiting. Waiting for things to happen, waiting for IT to go away, waiting for IT to come to you. Just waiting? Waiting can be awfully cruel you know. Especially when you dont … Continue reading

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