The rhythm,the beat of the percussions,the melody has surely got you one time or the other,for the legs cannot stand still when the catchy rhythm coincides with the beat of your heart. I just couldn't sit down when I heard the Gypsy Kings of Paris for the first time. It was fantastic this big sound effect of the guitars and percussions...(c)satis shroff freiburg 2008)
This is an attempt to create a self-reflexive storytelling mode which simultaneously, parodies itself. With the Prufrockian shadow looming large over the central character, the narrative alludes to a number of literary, philosophical and aesthetic works while flippantly unfolding its deliberate dark humour.
The story is about an attempt to explore the hidden idioms of my cityspace. It goes into the physicality of existence and seeks to transcend it to touch the metaphysical. It does not have any
It's a piece which cameout when after many falls a kashmiri stydying literature in India,has an opprtunity to visit home in October.The pain and voilence makes the leaves to burn russet which is followed by the Death or snow...
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I sat in my chair deep in contemplation. Contemplation? Yes, just did nothing. It was a state of non-action. … The only way I would get a promotion was if my boss retired. No, there was another way. It was if he died. Oh! My God! I couldn't believe this. I was lost to this kind of vicious thought. … All of a sudden, he fell out of his chair onto the ground. I was dead to all sense of myself and to his condition. I stood still. Deep in contemplation.
How would you feel when you find your bed wet with tears ??