By Pratishtha Dobhal Once upon a time in Delhi, lived winter. It sneaked its way through October with flirtatious chills and thrills, prepared November for bright blooming chrysanthemums and some heavy knits, settled into December in smug foggy nights, thrived … Continue reading Winter’s Obituary | Looking Beyond The Smog
By Pratishtha Dobhal Heat and dust have taken a beating, settling into the confines of the ground beneath my feet, battered if only for a few hours, soaked and relinquished in the aftermath of the outburst the clouds bestowed … Continue reading The Mango Tree | Aam Ki Baat
By Pratishtha Dobhal “How do you make fireflies of dust?” — Just wake up to the rising sun.– I had been waking up to a recurring dream, for over a month now— A cool gust of … Continue reading The Place Beyond The Pines: Nakot
By Pratishtha Dobhal Date: 25/04/2015; Time: 11:30 A: “Earthquake, earthquake…” (Call from Patparganj, East Delhi) P: “What? I don’t feel anything.” (In Vasant Kunj, South Delhi) (Pause, for five seconds, while P scrambles to change and there’s commotion at A’s end) P: (Changed) “Yeah, I think I can feel it too now”. Off the phone. Father sitting infront of the laptop, nodding his head. “Yeah, I can feel it too, and from where I am sitting it feels like a horizontal plate shift.” Mum, heads to the main door, and exclaims aloud, “Why isn’t anyone out of their house? Some neighborhood … Continue reading 25.04.2015: Shook Up All Wrong — The Short Sighted-ness of Our Beings
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