We all go through moments when we feel that our body is intrinsically linked to our mind. Out-of-body experiences are, more often than not, an amalgamation of tricks played by a confused mind and one's preconceived notions. The muscles of one's body play an integral role in governing movement, while the mind controls our thoughts. It is at this in...
It was a quarter past seven in the evening as Aman walked down the crowded street of Lal Nagar. The entire lane was filled with people celebrating the festival of Diwali. Fairy lights adorned the branches of trees and the parapets of houses. Relatives and friends were bustling about, with boxes of sweets in their hands. He saw two girls huddling t...
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The MIT Post
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I placed the water bottle on the table, swept aside a pile of papers containing sketches of dinosaur skeletons, closed my laptop and sat down heavily behind my desk, feeling satisfied but exhausted. This cubicle on the first floor of the Department of Biological Sciences building in the Indian Institute of Science Education and Research, Kolkata,...
The rain was pouring down in sheets, lashing the streets with almost venomous ferocity. I was getting bored of staying in the house all day and had decided to go for a nice evening walk when the rain decided to spoil the fun. I had taken a shortcut back home, through the woods, hoping I wouldn’t get wet. But I was proved wrong. It was a deserted r...
From behind the library shelves my books and I listened to you play chords on the piano like very few do. You kept your songs a secret from me all along, but hearing your falsetto meant more than the lyrics of the song. We met every day—you at the piano me behind the shelves, a cocoon of solace unbeknownst to ourselves. We cra...
The door in one hand, it creaked The other hand held a recipe—tweaked As I strode into the kitchen Cooking for myself a mission Spoons and ladles flew Into bowls and pans very few The glasses and plates jingle Adding music to the tingle As batter, cream and flour Lay splattered on the floor I mashed in nuts and spices Along with h...
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Cybermanipal
Keeping track of the latest happenings in the cybersecurity world via news articles and blogs.
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The pitch black sky often makes me wonder about those twinkling fallacies of probability—and spurs me on to yearn of being a shooting star. I would streak through space, with memories—albeit blurred—hurtling past, sparing me the agony of those wistful moments spent in contemplation and regret. Every time my sheen flickered, I trusted you to shine...
Even as the darkness groaned the reigning confusion a second home I painstakingly intoned ever so slowly a heart wrenching poem Of two people it spoke, I gather one hounded by memories of days gone past; the other trying to carve out of chaos his peace Then the bright floodlights burn my eyes as I squinted to read about battles of...