Heart of the inferno
It was the season of summer, and it was hotter than the usual summer that I was accustomed to. I was in my hometown (Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, India), enjoying the hot summer at my parents’ home and spending quality, fun family time away from the hectic, jumbled urban surroundings. On one beautiful and scorching…
The Infinite Playground
There are moments when we find ourselves in the depths of darkness. Everything seems wasteful and useless; life feels devoid of purpose. You stand in front of the mirror and see only a gloomy face that simply wants to end its suffering. Life is a struggle, and we are all strugglers. Albert Camus wrote…
Where seasons touch tides
I was spending time with my family in a beautiful park in West Bengal. Whenever I have free time, I make it a habit to go for a walk to ponder philosophy and art. On that particular day, after a long, exhausting walk, I sat down on a bench to catch my breath. As…
Fiery lake at dusk
“Loving the extraordinary is ordinary, but loving the ordinary is extraordinary.…” This was the spark that once again ignited my will when I saw a beautiful sunset in front of me while walking on a beach in Odisha. The sunset was calm, and the weather was very cold because of it. I had my…
Canvas of code: The AI Muse
In this digital era, the sheer volume of information can appear overwhelming and challenging to fully comprehend. The abstract and chaotic nature of this information can be daunting. However, as an individual who appreciates beauty, I envision an inherent aesthetic within this very chaos.My journey began in 2014 during a conversation with a close…
A Universe Before Naming
“Why is it raining so much? Why is the temperature falling? What is happening?” I repeatedly posed these questions as I walked through the forest, where visibility was severely limited by the rain. My body quivered as the temperature gently dropped amidst this beautiful downpour. I attempted to discern anything beyond the trees and…
A Message for our Audience
I place before you a work born of my quiet and reflective hours—hours that might otherwise have weighed heavily upon the spirit, had they not been lightened by the brush and color. Painting it was both my labor and my solace. Should this piece bring you even half the delight that I experienced while…
