My subconsciousness often takes me to a world where a seven-year-old me is walking through the busy bylanes of Hazra More, with my small hand clutching the aged arm of my grandfather; my ‘dadu’. The stream of people coming from the opposite end is making it difficult for me to hold his arm tightly. The […]Read More Memories, Dreams, and Reflections: Crossing the River Styx — Is It Near?
What happens when in the times of paranoia, the society starts to crave blood and murder just as the ones they pass judgement on? Is it right to kill a man, who committed a heinous crime as murdering children, even if he doesn’t have control over his actions? Such crises show that there’s no ideal […]Read More Delving Deep into the Crises of Social Justice: M (1931) by Fritz Lang
Shifting to a new city all of a sudden is such a pain in the ****! Now I know why Elliot said ‘April is the cruelest month’. The month of April has not been much fruitful for me in terms of reading. I was able to read only one book this entire time, that too […]Read More Eccentricity and Whimsical Nature of Dreams: A Bizarre Labyrinth of Surreal Events