“Ya, I believe, I do research on Ghosts.”
Peter’s expressions became pale, as he heard Maddy saying this.
He recollected himself and had a hearty laugh.
“I think I have never heard someone saying like this”
Maddy said, “Everyone sounds sceptical at first, but we have all experienced enough to believe in Ghosts.”
“Interesting,” said Peter.
When the artist will sculpt
Her beauty on his canvas,
His brush now his chisel,
Hands, an ardent worshipper’s!
Mayuri was not amused, “What could be that wonderful story and why do you think that the Diamond does not fit into the story? I think you are imagining things beyond your domain.” Vihaan laughed and patted her cheeks, “My instincts say that the artisans who were engaged in the creating of the marvels of the temple were not aware of this diamond, it seems to be not a part of their Plans. It has some connection with the Himalayas and Mount Kailas. The design of the chamber beneath the boulder is completely different from what lay around the walls of the temple and seemed to have been done by a different person or persons.”
It catches in the prism of its chest,
the frolic of the sunlight
and the smile of the moon.
it sings the song of silence,
and sheds its tears
in the breast of the sea.
But even if you consider yourself a responsible user of Nature, in the very depth of your heart, there is a conviction: “The world must serve me—nourish, provide necessary conditions for life, development, and safety. Because I’m so . . . special.”
When shadows rebel, and pedestals crumble,
When dreams are dead, And deities gone.
It is avoiding suffering at the cost of giving up on oneself. It is persisting in nourishing the expectations of others on our person, feeding and dragging over time a role that does not represent who we really are. For what? For the illusion of receiving affection, attention and recognition from those around us. But that slight melancholy in our gaze, that sudden anger, that emptiness in the stomach will come knocking to remind us of the urgency of the freedom to be. We would have no faults in choosing ourselves and our true nature, we would not betray anyone.
The traditional dance form Kuchipudi, which is also the favourite of dance form of Lord Krishna, begins with an invocation, followed by all the dancers introducing themselves with respect to the roles they are playing. After this, they perform a short dance set to a music called ‘Dharavu’ and then present the pure dance performance along with the rhythmic hand gestures for the story. It is one of the most popular dance forms in India and has seen huge growth throughout the years. Kuchipudi is now performed not just in India, but worldwide as well.
To a person like me who is familiar with Prof Chatterjee’s poems, the twist in the end that many of his poems have, is a thing most looked forward to.
You’d say,“ Sorry, brother, I won’t lie-But where’s the time. To bemoan your death? Attending your rites, or putting a wreath?”