आखिरी सासें लेती, थकी-हारी, चरमराई, हिंदी की जो है हालत, उसे बचा सके दवा न दुहाई। अंग्रेजी का अत्यधिक उपयोग, नहीं है इसका कारण, ना ही इस बात पे रोने से, टलेगा इसका मरण। हिंदी के पुनर्जन्म का, बस एक…
The story of Mysore Pak is close to my heart, one full of love and equal amounts of good cholesterol. Mysore Pak is quite simply my favourite sweet. There is nothing which comes close to it. Well Jalebi sometimes does, but it…
आपको देख दिल पे चल जाती है अभी भी छुरिया, पर आपने तो फेका था हमें जैसे सीली हुई भुजिया। खा पी कर ले रही हो तुम डकार, पर क्या कभी याद किया तुमने पुराना प्यार? धराशायी मन, टूटे दिल की…
February 10, 2013 · by
desh · in
Bangalore, Delhi, Food, Kerala, Korba, Memoirs, stories, and poems, Places, Shimla, Travel
I am a frequent visitor to the multiple coffee shops in Mumbai. During these visits I have developed a special affection for the filter coffee joints at Matunga, and a growing admiration for the multiple homegrown and international brands setting…
Continued from Part I… Slowly and steadily the flavors of Shimla were building on me, or probably building a better me. The daily dose of the forgettable Kadhi, the ever so delightful daal, and ghee-moistened rotis served by those beautiful…
सब कुछ था स्थिर, अविचलित, शांत सा, अचानक से इस दुविधा ने लाया एक बवंडर सा। क्या करे क्या ना करे के दोराहे पर मैं हु खड़ा, असमंजस से जूझता, पर इरादों पर अड़ा। इस पार है निराशा, उस पार आशा की किरण,…
I hadn’t realized how close we were to our hostel. I looked at my watch, it was around 7:30 PM, but it felt like it was 11 already. The Shiv Temple which stood brightly shining in the morning sunlight looked…
There is a continuous buzz in my ear, but I neglect that and keep running. I see him clearly, the colors are crystal clear, Hi Definition, and beautifully bright, even in the pitch black darkness of night. I can see…
निकला था मैं देश देखने, खाने पीने, और कुछ अच्छा लिखने. क्या पता था यह सफ़र मेरा दिल तोड़ देगा, ग़म भरे मोड़ पर ला कर मुझे छोड़ देगा. भरवान दा ढाबा के वोह करारे कुलचे मदमस्त चने और खिलखिलाती…
There are summers, and then there is that idiotic summer. I was interning with an organization studying tribal arts in the Rathwa tribe dominated Chota Udaipur region of Gujarat. In a constantly sweltering Sun, which was seldom in mood to…
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