An aspiring dilettante's part journal, part sounding board. An extremely erratic, pretentious and self-indulgent endeavour.
About Me
- Sagorika Singha
- "What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant."
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The feel of the first droplets of summer rain.. Ah!! The smell of wet earth and green grasses... This is one of my all-time favourite songs ...
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The earth has been wet, drenched. The sky - forlorn, grey, heavy with clouds. The raindrops are still fresh on the wires from last night’s r...
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CURIOUS. FEAR. PAIN. DEAR. Random rain of words it is The murky world inside my head is teeming with million of unattended butterflies tryin...
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Recently (or more properly), immediately after the exams, I went to Guwahati basically to achieve some subliminal form of unwinding (whatev... -
Your fragrance lasts Like the memories of the bygone era. Your voice still travels Through the periphery of my dreamlands, The night firefli... -
This is an unplanned post. Blame my laziness or may be something more sublimely intricate, but its getting difficult to get the words hoveri... -
Ah!! The delights of easy, relaxed, empty days. We are not having classes at the university these last few days and its is making me so happ...
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Meet the newest members of my family-- Introducing Jules and Jim. And they were not the only ones to keep me busy, though. These brats (yes... -
Out of the blue, the day transformed its colour, literally. The yellow of the Sun gave way to the clouds which arrived from the Nowhere Land... -
Just HAD to post this. I have been enamoured my this music and the song. Yes, the link I'll be providing is to the Uruguayan musician Jo...
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Armenian Memories: Sankar7 months ago
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