MYRIAD COLOURS OF LIFE

  O f the several books written by Sudha Murty, this is something that is one of my personal favorites. I was irritated at one point in time on the number of visits that I had to make to the Kalinga Institute of Medical Sciences. There was deep pain within. The continuous hammering of my teeth, the bloodstains and that heart-wrenching pain, the tears, and the long way from our institute to Patia. I am thankful to my friends Annie, Nibi, and Suman for this. They were patient. What more, Nibi even took complete care of me, preparing khichdi. She's a great cook I must say having great cooking skills. Whenever I feel like I need a break I generally visit the library and pick up a book that suits my mood and cravings. Sometimes it's the Gitanjali, at other times Jagannath Mohanty's book of poems. Then came this book through online shopping. One fine day I decided to open it and then I  couldn't stop unless it was over fully. It is the story of a little girl and her stay with

  H aving historical and cultural significance the Udayagiri and Khandagiri caves are located in Bhubaneswar, India. During my stay in Bhubaneswar, this beautiful destination was the first on my list of places to visit. I consider myself lucky to have visited this beautiful site well protected by the Archaeological Survey of India twice. From a height, I could see the tall buildings of Bhubaneswar and Dhauli. Climbing all the stairs to Khandagiri when I finally reached the top I could see a lot of monkeys feeding on the items carried by tourists. There is a Jain temple at the top. In one of the caves, I could also see the inscription of King Kharavela written in the rocks. During my visit to Old Town, Bhubaneswar as part of Ekamra Walks  I found out that the rocks used for making the temples which have lost with time were brought from the querries of Udayagiri and Khandagiri caves. Some of the caves of Udayagiri are Rani Gumpha Hathi Gumpha etc. With the passage of time, it is seen tha

  M iri Jiyori is an Assamese novel written by one of the doyen of Assamese literature Rajanikanta Bordoloi. I remember reading it during my graduation. It is the story of the ineffable love of a young couple. The novel is based on the love story of this couple and depicts the customs and traditions associated with the Mising community. This is a book that speaks a lot about the life of the Mising community. Some of the main characters of the novel are-Jonki, Panoi, Dalimi, etc to name a few. The Mising are an integral part of the larger Assamese society and live mainly by the side of the river banks in some of the districts of Assam like Lakhimpur, Dhemaji, etc. I had this privilege of knowing them closely and coming to terms with their customs and traditions as my father worked as a school teacher in Putabil village of  Lakhimpur district, Assam. As I read the book I kept on flipping through the pages and could well visualize being spent my childhood days in the mustard and turmeric

"Something that is loved is never lost".                                                      Toni Morrison A Ferris wheel is an amusement ride consisting of a rotating upright wheel with multiple passenger-carrying components. Since my childhood I have heard about something called Mina Bazaar where you get to buy candyfloss, parents bring children for rides, you get to buy bangles, and have the enjoyment of a lifetime. Every time I follow my Papa to this bazaar, I see children in small baskets taking the ride on Ferris wheel. I always wanted to be in one of the baskets yet I dared not. When my roommate Sasmita took me to one of them, she offered me a ride. At first, I refused. I had this fear in my mind, but then I thought "If everyone around me is giving a try, should I be an exception?".She brought two tickets for both of us and then I experienced one of the most amazing sights of Bhubaneswar city. I took several rounds of it. It's amazing the way it goes up

  A mong the many books that I read, the one written by Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree is one of my favorite. When I first read the story to Pahi, that was my last meeting with her as her 'Miss'.A cute little one she is one of my most loved students. My journey with her spanned for roughly six months. A meeting of one hour for five days of the week was all that I could have with her. Every evening I would walk all the way down the lonely road of my institute to teach her. If someday I had to travel to the bazaar I would ensure that I reach her home on time. When I reach her home, someday she would come wearing a beautiful skirt with lovely dandelions on it, at other times her whole face would be smeared in powder. When she sat by me, I felt like I was having with me the most beautiful gift of my life. We shared those moments together. For me, it was more than my scheduled tuition classes. She accepted everything I taught her. One day when I asked "Aaj kya padhana he&quo

 A place of wonder and beauty ineffable, Odisha is the land of Lord Jagannath. A journey spanning miles that took me all the way from my home state to bow in the Lotus feet of the divine gave me loads of experiences and the love of people. This travelogue is an attempt to share these experiences with all those people who are planning to travel to explore this wonderful eastern coastal state of India....something that I would call a wonderful experience that let me connect to my being.......To that place where my heart has its secret dwellings. https://www.amazon.in/dp/B08XTFYXMD/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb