Many versus in poetry and references in literature had led me to believe that winter is probably the most desolate and monochromatic season. Between Virginia Woolf’s ‘Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night’ and PB Shelley’s ‘If winter comes, can spring be far behind?’ I was convinced that winter was made of sorrow and…
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This year has been unpredictable, frightening and very emotional for me. There were times when I didn’t want to open my eyes to a new day and there were nights when I didn’t want the morning lights to interfere. In all honesty, when I look back in time, I did not preempt any of this….
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Over the last week, I have travelled across four states and used four different modes of interstate transport. Now, I am back to base and all I feel is a great sense of exhaustion and relief. Travel appears very attractive and leisurely to those who don’t engage with it on an every day basis. Until…
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