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My father’s home
I wrote this tanka prose on the 26th of November. The tanka prose is based on my visit in September to the place where my father bought his first house. The house was in a most sought-after locale and I remember, dad, being very proud of it. I was around nine at the time and […]
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Dhaka Diaries : A visit to the salon
After spending one and a half months here, I finally decided to venture into a salon on the Thursday before last. I’d googled the ones close to home, read the reviews and eventually selected one. However, not too sure about how the salon would turn out to be, but knowing that I would have to […]
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Wordless Wednesdays: The world upside down
I was surprised to see such a clear reflection as this lake is nowhere near clean; I couldn’t resist taking the picture. Beauty is all around us. All we need to do is look with an open mind rather than assume based on perception. Copyright@smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved.
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Dhaka Diaries: Art to the rescue
I finished the painting I had started a week before leaving India. Don’t ask me what I was doing painting when I was pressed for time. I painted until 4 days before boarding the flight. I know it sounds crazy or even dramatic when I say I clung to the brush as long as I […]
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The Rising
5.26 a.m. Dhaka The beginning of a new day His Majesty is on the way Watch ye creatures still on your bed How the path’s paved red In his honour. Awaken! Witness the glory The brilliance, the blazing fury Watch him takes his seat In the firmament. Be not afraid of the heat That warms […]
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