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October is essentially ‘a film’. It is not a story, it cannot be a novel, it can only be a film. Visuals are the soul of the film, no powerful dialog, none of the excessively dramatic performances we are accustomed to in a hindi film, here the film conveys everything in a subtle sublime manner. …
The construction worker who worked on the gallery of our house was either tired, careless, (or he was like the proud worker who purposely (allegedly) left a dripping tile at the Taj Mahal) he misaligned the slope on a single corner tile of the gallery. The gallery tiles are sloped to such perfection that the …
The previous article and especially the incisive comments on it, got me thinking about birth charts. We understand that we have an ambiguity of exact brith time. However, let’s consider a situation. Two people are born in the same city, same day, same time, and let’s say the same hospital, then by all accounts they …
