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How does love feels when you cannot feel, The brush of the fingers , the warmth of the hug, The kiss on the lips or hands in your hair. Love still exists , but in a form we shape it- From the pebbles of fragmented memories, Cemented by the images in our imagination,   Or the wavering pixels brought together behind our mobile screens. Love seems then to be perceived as we weave   In our dreams, for reality is a meeting,   That spans over eons of waiting . But then isn’t reality itself a perception, For even if one is standing right in front, For all the hours of the day, the days of the week- Still we see nothing but a reflection- Of the light we allow to seep in or not. Then how does one measure love in terms of distance, As distance itself is virtual-   if it is of the heart or the self. For the physical interval we can see, but what of hearts apart   Even if standing on the same shaft. Love, is thus abstract,   Free and beyond all the boundaries of the bo...

 October they say is not a season, but a feeling. It may mean different to different souls. For me, October resonates with the advent of Durga Puja, the sense of festivity in the air, a slight nip in the breeze and the fragrance of ‘sewali’ in the night air. It is to this day, whenever I encounter the sweet smell of ‘sewali’ , it takes me on a nostalgic ride to the “sewali”tree blooming in the frontyard of my home in my little town - the innumerable pandal hopping, 90’s bollywood songs blazing on the loudspeakers, the continuous clanking of horns and plastic trumpet, and people making their way amidst the chaos and crowd,  decked up in their best attire- pretty maidens, howling kids, colourful stalls and honking cars, all somehow created a melange of sorts that still vividly paints a picture in my mind, as I hear and feel “ OCTOBER”. But “ October “ also reminds me of a movie I once saw with the same name, that cast a spell so deep, that you tend to redefine love or the feelin...