The Lamp
Neil Emmanuel Fernandes My patron, my everlasting light, You, which transpires a razor of the piercing star. You, that battles…
Rain Rain…. Go away?
As I was looking out of the window, from my second-floor apartment, a sight brought a very strange memory: a…
Serene Salzburg
After an eventful train journey from Prague, in which we hopped between a bus ride and a train, we reached…
Yoga – Kya hoga ?
“Look at your stomach Anil. It looks like baker’s dough, ready to be put in the oven”. Eddie uncle laughed…
Broken Bone…
“Hey you, Anil right! I will break your bones and throw you out of the window now”. I was not…
SHH…IT Happens.
The sun had just appeared and the morning was young. I was up early and was getting ready to go…
Be vocal about Local.
The buzzword these days, in the subcontinent is “be vocal about local”. Forefathers of Indian Independence movement like Naoroji, Tilak,…
Photogenic Prague. Overrated ?
Writing, almost a year after visiting this “beautiful city”, nostalgia set in. After effects of the city weren’t bad, after…
Indo- French collaboration
A month and half into isolation, life, which seemed blissful with the early dalgona’s and perfectly baked cakes and pastries,…
Pablo and I !!!!
“Anil !!!!”. I pretended as if I hadn’t heard anything. “Anil”. A similar voice again. I could hear my wife…
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