Pragnya: Naive passion

I think this post started as a part of a kitchen conversation on the side a few months ago. On the backdrop of Motorcycle diaries. Do you always know what your passion is, or do you travel inside to find it out? Should one have a passion? Learning Deutsch clearly helps me distinguish. ‘Sollen’ (should)…

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Teri Meri Kahaani Dilli Mein

There are weekends on very long June summer days that appear selfishly long. They make you think of, yearn for the more odd-paced Januarys. Delhi breathes differently in the winter. Smallish more critical lanes in its big heart beat indifferently, till you let yourself lose control, hold hands, following poets. In squalor, history, and Ballimaran. Parts…

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And some honig bitte…

In my pop-tech borrowed wisdom, a geek looking person said- the world now isn’t what any of us imagined it to be in the past. And thus, we must mindfully restrain ourselves from extrapolating the past into the future. Even with my selective forgetfulness (I borrowed this Y), it is not easy. But, like Celine…

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Oh I, I want to be with you everywhere…

On days of perfect songs and settings.Everywhere Catalonic from upasna kakroo on Vimeo.Can you hear me callingOut your nameYou know that I’m fallingAnd I don’t know what to say I’ll speak a little louderI’ll even shoutYou know that I’m proudAnd I can’t get the words out C’mon babyWe better make a startYou better make it…

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Upasna’s Ajmer…

I’m not sure if Ash is going to write what she promised she would. We were playing this game. She writes what sticks out to her. I write what I remember, a Monday and some weekend hours later. I think people that I can travel with are the most important people in my life. Operative…

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Song addictions in moving trains…

In the train, we sang Hemant Kumar and Rafi, in a random order. We recalled stanzas one by one, mixing them, most times, lost in matching tunes to words. It didn’t matter that the people around us weren’t quite interested in our remoteness or our lyrical abilities. Our singing wasn’t extraordinary, but we made sense…

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