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An Outward Impression of Inner Reflection

I can’t really remember when the desire to get a tattoo was kindled but it must have been some time in middle school. We would always draw on our wrists, fingers, forearms and call them tattoos. It would be rings, birds, butterflies, symbols of fandoms etc. drawn in blank ink of our gel pens. I… Continue reading An Outward Impression of Inner Reflection

Musings · Observations

The Tainted Lens of 21st Century Indian Cinema

Stories have been an integral part of my childhood. The ones I learnt from my mom and my grandma. These were often of heroes of strong character who fought valiant battles against the colonisers. Grandma would recall how she had once seen Nehru and her fascination was evident when she talked of how Savarkar survived… Continue reading The Tainted Lens of 21st Century Indian Cinema