Sometimes when I look at a photo I feel there is an artwork hiding in there. Not in the sense of “enhancing” the photo, but by some kind of distortion. Like if one kneads the photo some artwork may emerge. What artwork will emerge, I don’t know, but something might. And when something does emerge,… Continue reading Art Hiding In This Photo
No Different Kinds of Love
Among the plethora of videos available to view nowadays, and new ones being generated each second, here is one more — No Different Kinds of Love. It says that while relationships may be different — such as between parent-child, girl-boy, among friends — but the love is the same. There are no different kinds of… Continue reading No Different Kinds of Love
A Blob of Love (animation)
a blob of lovesquiggly lightin its weightand in sightdropped itselfin the plightof the overthinkingmind. suddenly all turbulencesettled down.oh! what a sight! ~ vani murarka
In The Dark Room
In this dark room, everything is ok. The world needs to hear and see success stories, but ultimately each person, in his / her dark room, must experience this ‘everything is ok’. It doesn’t make for much of a movie or a story, but *this is it*. Not emphatically, but simply because this really is… Continue reading In The Dark Room
Children, Philosophy, Meaning, and Joy
We were children. I used to love the conversations we had exchanging thoughts and ideas, my brother and I. We were on the terrace, talking. I shared some thought of wonderment with my brother. A what-if kind of thought. He said, “It’s all just mental masturbation.” I interpreted his statement as, “It’s all pointless, undesirable… Continue reading Children, Philosophy, Meaning, and Joy
Fragile Code, Fragile Life
A few days back a feature in my software Geet Gatiroop stopped working. It prompted me to write this piece — Code can be so fragile. So many unknown factors. So many extraneous parties to connect to in so many different ways. Any of them may crack anytime. So many specifications to figure out. And… Continue reading Fragile Code, Fragile Life
Never and Forever Well-Formed
I think I might never heal — physically, mentally. Of course healing entails being OK with that. Then, when you are OK with that, they say you get to directly experience (and be) the whole Universe. That’s what I’m interested in. Some people talk of worshipping. I’m so uninterested in worshipping. Yes, this I have… Continue reading Never and Forever Well-Formed
Water, and a home.
I’m really grateful that I have water to drink. Cool water to bathe in every day. Even during the COVID lockdown, one day I found myself feeling grateful that there is cool water in the tap to bathe with. Kolkata is going through a heat wave right. In that there is no electricity problem in… Continue reading Water, and a home.
Fiction: Because She Just Knew
She was a lady of indomitable spirit. Even as a child Aditi was strong willed and full of energy. She kept getting into trouble at school because she was so naughty. But, she was also good at studies. The beginning of school year was always interesting to her. Actually, the weeks before the new school… Continue reading Fiction: Because She Just Knew
Quiet Day
It was quiet whole day longI didn’t listen It is quiet now, and I’m listening The room is quietA night shade lights the roomFiles download quietly, over there Yes there’s noisefrom these wordsas I speak them in my mindwhile I write —to tell you of the quiet. Make it in your place somedayListen.