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Metaphors of life
By Nandini Sengupta
Poet and Writer
'Writing is the painting of the voice' - Voltaire
I write to inspire, think and dream. My works are a reflection of my way of perceiving the world in its varied nuances.
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Nandini Sengupta
Dec 3, 20233 min read
The Monk on the rock
"In uncertainty, I find my freedom In the crowd, I find my voice My stories are the pieces of a game of puzzle that we essentially call...
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Nandini Sengupta
Jun 5, 20233 min read
The gypsy and the tree
The human forms were not visible clearly as the sandstorm blew its part over the rolling desert land. It was a tiny village set in the...
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Nandini Sengupta
Jan 6, 20233 min read
Monkey on the go...
Peeping through the glass door six year old Amu could see the infant monkey nibbling an apple with an unwavering gaze on the object of...
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Nandini Sengupta
May 1, 20222 min read
The Bull's eye
I often stare at the painting of the bull in my living room. Such intricate work, such finesse, and the amount of patience that went into...
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Nandini Sengupta
Mar 12, 20223 min read
All for a ride(Part-4)
It was the month of March, almost three years back. The pandemic had not yet created havoc in the otherwise placid life of the people. My...
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Nandini Sengupta
Jan 10, 20223 min read
All for a ride(part 3)
The debacle we confronted last time taught my friend and me to make sure that we keep our debit and credit cards in place for our current...
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Nandini Sengupta
Dec 11, 20212 min read
All for a ride (part 2)
Last Friday, my friend and I went shopping at a renowned marketplace in Delhi. Well, this time not in her scooter. But by metro. The...
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Nandini Sengupta
Nov 24, 20212 min read
The blue cow, the barking deer
Simi went for a safari with her troupe of four friends into a non-descript jungle of Karnataka. The woodland was the shelter to a halo of...
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Nandini Sengupta
Nov 15, 20212 min read
Down came the parachute
Kimo was sitting by the sea; waves splurging onto her bare legs and then receding back to its source. It was a small quaint village on...
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Nandini Sengupta
Nov 9, 20212 min read
All for a ride
Yesterday, in the evening, I went for a pillion ride on a scooter with my friend. It's been a long time since I had been part of a trip...
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