Rudya Aditya

Tag: Life

  • Expanded Perspective About Humans

    Dear Reader, I sit down to write this letter on a pleasant morning in Ahmedabad. December has officially begun and right now it’s a wonderful 16 degrees centigrade, which my friends in Ahmedabad find chilly but for me, coming from the Himalayas, it’s t-shirt weather. Two pigeons on the windowsill keep staring at me and…

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  • Indian Middle-Class Guilt

    I would like to be an artist. But something within me, stops me from expressing myself freely. I don’t know what I want to express or how I want to express it; but that’s something you learn by doing. It’s not that you think about what you want to express and have a clear picture…

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  • Kailash

    Rain clouds float in silentlylike ghosts fighting off deathRaindrops drum the sloped roofsa primitive beatresonantvibrations from a distant land People rush to escape their fatebut no one can run from destinyWhat’s meant to happen, will happenwhat doesn’t happenwas never meantGet drenched and be happy Mountain tops are meant for godseverything else, claimed by manand he…

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  • Noah’s Art

    The paintings gave Noah stomach cramps. He stumbled from one to the next, holding his stomach tightly with one hand, spilling wine out of the glass in the other. All the paintings in the entire gallery were, to put it simply, crap. One after the other: crap after shit after garbage after crap. He wanted…

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  • Boredom and Self-Loathing in The Himalayas

    Last month, I went on a holiday. I didn’t want to go but I had to go and that was the first problem. The second problem was that I decided, foolishly, to not take my laptop with me. I wanted to try going without too much internet access for a week, or maximum 10 days,…

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  • The One Where I Get Old

    Two suns ago, I, Rudya (by taken name), {Aditya, (which means sun), by given name}, completed 40 revolutions around the sun, since my mother’s son was born on a sunny afternoon. For a couple of moons before this momentous day, I’ve been wondering how I feel about hitting this somewhat scary milestone. And I think…

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  • House Sparrows are Terrorists?

    I like sparrows. I think they’re cute. We have a ton of birds around our house and we feed them daily and the tiny sparrows are the most courageous of all. When even the bigger birds are perching at a cautious distance, these little guys don’t hesitate to get close, and as a result get…

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