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Delhi? Dilli?
I always associated Delhi with aggression, anger and impulsivity. So when I first moved to Delhi from Bombay, I always had my guard up when talking to Delhiites, not knowing which way their unpredictable mood might swing in. In all this, I began associating the nature of people in Delhi (which was not very accurate by the way- dilwalon ki delhi is true!) with the places here. Wherever I’d go, I’d point out everything I didn’t like about a place, forgetting to appreciate what was in front of me. This changed when I came across Mayank Austen Soofi’s column, which resides on the 4th page of India’s Hindustan Times, and…
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The Fountain Awards
If I become an author, I’m not extremely keen on seeing my book win a Booker or a Pulitzer. Actually, scratch that. When I become an author, I’m not extremely keen on seeing my book win a Booker or a Pulitzer. Instead, I want to see it on the streets of Mumbai, being sold as pirated copies, for basically a dime, by local vendors on a humid day. Specifically on the pavements opposite Mumbai’s Flora Fountain, where the joy of buying pirated and second hand copies of books resides. On these pavements, vendors sit with their tarpaulin tents and wooden stools while they sell these books to hungry readers. All…
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Pristine Ponderings began in 2020 with the goal of ‘writing a little bit for me, and a little bit for you.’ Unfortunately, ten blog posts later, my website crashed due to a technical issue with the webpage hosting and I lost all my content- including my written work and your lovely comments
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