what in us the teaching thorn the hardened rock the wonted morn for him the swaying of a tender leaf in his heart and he dreaming
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hope Beckett is not turning in his grave!
The term ‘research’ being in itself so momentous, a research journal supposedly should be filled with scholarly ramblings or field observations. My journal, however, also contains a section on memories. While memories are necessarily selective and private, we are not unknown to their pleasures when shared… So here’s a glimpse of a memory from my…
under a frozen sun
People say times have changed. I still see toads lying flat on the roads in the monsoons. Their joyous leaps put to an end maybe by some breakneck conveyance, before they could reach their sanctuaries safely. Rains still come down to these sanctuaries like ever: demented! Thousands of invisible light-footed spiders gambol on the buoyant…
Casually Classical 