He was an institution. A culture. Beyond his mortal entity, he was an emotion. It is indeed difficult and painful to write about him in past tense. An emotion never dies. It never stops existing altogether. I am talking about Zubeen Garg, the name whose mention is enough to bring tears to everyone’s eyes in […]
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Human Bonds
“Ma’am, I’ve finished cleaning. May I go now?” The sweet voice startled me as I was so engrossed in my laptop to finish a project deadline. It was Torali, who visits my homestay every third day to clean the house, bring fresh linens for the beds and tables, and take the trash out. She lives
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Human Bonds
It was an unpredictable evening as rain washed away the roads adorned with dry yet sticky dust. I was out for my daily walk to the nearby market but had to cut it short due to the sudden downpour. I was in a remote town living temporarily at a homestay for one of my research
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Human Bonds