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[ #1 : NOTES FROM DALHOUSIE ] A clear day is all I wait for after rains. And a few rays of the sun at such a time at Dalhousie would pull you out of your coop. Once they arrive, the monsoons! Misty evenings, white sky, new insects arrive by default. And no wonder why we find all the nearby Punjabis travelling to here during scorching summers. Its a cold charm. "The Pouring Sun...Blazing Summers...All Despite...Dalhousie is respite!" A shower in the early morning with sun peeping by the noon, a white sky follows in the evening for a pleasant walk into the misty road where everything wet succumbs to the dark silent night as if no sign of life till the death of the moon. I walk. Out at 6:45 evening. Or perhaps 7. Its the time of the day I wait for and pray it doesn't rain. Mostly it rains near and about the time if it does so I am almost saved. Call it a near miss, my evening walk and the unpredictable rains. Its the gush of people at the Subhash Chowk on the ...

On A Random Day HILL ARCHITECTURE Revolving around the quiet reserve of the hills, it is the architecture that resiliently responds to the climate on the hills where the structures are allowed to rest in the lap of mountains and buildings cling to the terraces creating a setup befitting a picturesque frame. The vernacular architecture in the hills effectively survives on the fundamental materials locally available letting the architecture not overlook but surrender beautifully to the nature. Though merging, it still emerges. Swinging in architecture :  " This piece is based on a random architectural observation and how a simple façade could be thought provoking drawing the lines on hilly realms." A s I sit swinging under the partial shades of the Deodars, I am caught by a carved design on .   the wall parallel to the level of ventilating windows. Ventilating windows, high enough as I see them for a single storied residence. This floral attempt as I percei...

" And thereafter the Genie granted Ali's wish. He ran into the ground to catch miraculous and extremely tiny white candies. The moment he caught them, they melted. It was a game. A game he had never played before.  Genie watched the evolving happiness on Ali's face. Now the Genie's account had turned empty. There were no more wishes to be granted. He had fulfilled his term on this earth. It was his last to grant somebody happiness. He would then move back to 'Parilok'.  Ali looked up and opened up his mouth wide. He could feel the cold porous candies into his mouth. Soon after, by the evening, the ground transformed into the view of an unbroken sheet of white. Ali made sure he does not slip on this grand mat which he had just put his foot on.                 'Slow and steady, Ali.'       Genie asserted. Ali felt a mild hit on his shoulder, of something, that split into pieces the moment it hit him. He glitte...