This is the India you've never been to. Where Ive never been often enough either. Its not just a land of sunburnt pilgrims. Its a place of generous beauty, untamed fury, simplicity and violence.
A land of deserts and lakes and cows and mountains and rivers and crows surrounding cities of contemporary blinding
lights of Freon.
It's everything you think it is and everything you think it should be.
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an indie author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ...
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At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre...
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You want to be like glue stuck and warm, creasing my body removable, but not easily If I tear at you, it will hurt It turns out I am plaster...

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