Hey, Hope you’re doing well. First of all happy birthday. May the world’s blessings be with you. And may the world who ever talks down on you, gets burnt in fire. There may be times when you feel alone. Of course there can be. It’s a big world. Not the one on the outside, but the one on the inside. The one inside your heart and head. When that happens, don’t stop writing. Write to

Hey, I am writing here to share an observation, specifically for our creative community and more specifically for the people in the community who are actually creating. Not managing or not coming up ideas, but creating. I don’t think its the work culture and how it comes to us, but more of how we react to it or how we are very naturally conditioned to react to it. See, us designers are the

I think the only thing that comes with growing up is my ability to choose, or as I call it, a weapon called choice. I started to believe that only when I grew up, and everything except that which I get while growing up must be facade or fog that keeps me from making choices. If this choice, this weapon of choice, this weapon called “choice” is not utilised by me, then I get annoyed, frustrated,

I have always wondered and thought about the words that come from our mouth and the rhythm it carries with it. I remember watching videos where they keep some fragmented particles on some evenly oscillating/vibrating sheet and and then passing sound through at variable frequency for the particles to take a geometric shape. Whatever be the science behind it. I also remember watching one more

So many diverse fluids flowing through it. A single change in the ratio can turn it into a completely different thing. A new thing, completely unique. That ratio, that proportion, that is what we unknowingly seek for. That is what drives us. Always.

There are times when I feel the the universe flows through me. They are best time, I’ve ever felt in my life. Everything seems at peace and full of energy. My soul Feels refreshed. That feeling is something I cannot explain through worlds. I have sometimes while riding scooty laughed of out of that pure bliss. There is this door which I feel, when I don’t let the flood of emotions flow freely,

There was one time a group of pigeons flying together. They were flying in a wavy, flow manner like they fly. Every member knows which direction to turn to like their brain is synchronised with each other for that. Among them there was a white coloured bird as well. Her flying pattern of course did not match the whole group. She was constantly flinching and possibly looking at other birds as well

We were ready to enter at the entrance of a cave dungeon, when someone comforted me by saying, we will only go as much as we can. Sorry, your browser doesn’t support embedded videos. And I wondered, how will I know how much I can? How will I know, when to stop? How do I know, what I want?

Even before I start writing, I need to remember my rule of writing. The rule is to write in first person and present tense and second rule is to not show it to anyone.In Bengal, when I saw transmission towers during the car drive on roads with Krishnendu, I decided to make a catalogue or a montage of these towers’ photos. I think I had it coming, While those times in bengal, the amount of