Those first drops of rain, falling on the ground. That smell of soil when it dusts off in the air, by the rain drop collision. Oh (not) so romantic! If you've attended a single lecture of microbiology, dozing off or otherwise, you may be familiar with these buddies- streptomyces and their perfumes 'geosmin ' which […]Read More Rains, science and the romance- a tale of confusion.
Lined by the checkered footpath, There is a glistening black street, Which has witnessed everything but has nothing of its own. It’s lights, now pale and dusty, Somehow enlighten its face, To help the diverse groups of commuters. Once, a landmark of one of the most exotic Italian restaurant, Now, devoid of a name, it […]Read More That empty street
In my raring country, an average person can speak two languages- the mother tongue and the regional one. And the extraordinary lot can go upto three or four. Whether it can be considered as a sign of intellectually, I don’t know, but it surely does point on the cognition. And of course, the resulting confusion. […]Read More The Polyglot lot !
He jumped across the wall, With torn shoes on in his little feet, Though the wide road he was able to access, The insanity made him to choose the wall. Next came the muddy puddle, Besides the clean, shiny road, The insanity wasn’t so sane, As the boy savoured his little feet in the dirty […]Read More In(sanity)