At the bus-stop, a few weeks earlier, : Bhaskar? : Khurideu, How are you? : I am fine. Long time no see. How are you, son? You seldom come to the neighbourhood now… : Well, Aunty… You know with Himangshu gone and his wife left alone. It doesn’t look well. : Hmm… Going to Guwahati? … Continue reading Modernism in India
Harry Potter has and will always be my first love no matter what book I chose to devour and what heart-wrenching experience the book might have on me in the future. I do not care if the plotline isn't matured like that of Rushdie's or the characters are not developed as of Hugo's and not … Continue reading “The Fringe Benefits of Failure and the Importance of Imagination”
I trudged along on a cold evening, The pretty snowfall seemed To be an ugly mess; Had it been beautiful If I’d been in my wools Instead of dragging my rag? A fire crackles in the distance; I race past faces I know nought To squat by faces who knew me not. The flames dance … Continue reading Need for Warmth
Thank you so much to the bebe of haikus, 'kristenlem' of haikubebe for nominating me. She has written so many brilliant haikus that to pick one as a favourite was quite tough but since I have to pick one, I go for A Unique Disappointment . My answers for you, Kristen: 1.What’s the best advice you’ve ever received? … Continue reading Mystery Blogger Award 2016
“Why do I write?” Why does a writer write or a singer sing or a dancer dances? Though these questions might be odd to some sorts but these are fundamental questions; the answer to which many of us don’t know. As far as I could remember, a person, who would later go on to destroy … Continue reading Why do I write?
Bliss, a simple, simple word describing a state of complete happines. I wonder when I had it last in its truest sense but these kids unburdened by the complexity of the word are sure in bliss. All Rights Reserved © A. D. Konwar | nailapost.wordpress.com | 2016
'Acrostic' is a beautiful and established form of poetry which I stumbled upon yesterday and am pleased that could implement it today itself. The following poem metaphorically titled 'Home-Sick' is about a specific person and this poem in itself is a tribute to the same. There are some poems you write for the world to … Continue reading An Acrostic Poem